(This RP is open to all crimson blades members or anyone that I have met/had dealings with. There will be no set post order)    Xion was standing at the exit of Snowfrost, clad in his maelstrom armour, his shield stapped to his arm and his speak on his back, his face one of sorrow as he looked through his friends list. There were more than a few names on the list, all of those within the Crimson blades, of which all bar one where his subordinates, not to diminish their importance of course, as a