Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161118063557

"Ahh Thomas! I'm pleased to see that you're not dead!"

Praetor throws his hammer at another pillar causing it to collapse and expose more of the room to the dark night sky. From his belt he pulls a warped bone blade bathed in a dark rotting miasma.

"Still haven't thanked Vivictus for this. I bet he's happy I'm finally using it."