Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190216032915

Prad lifts his ragged hood hindering his visage "I'll gladly pass to the afterlife if it means no one else dies. I cannot garantee that it won't be targeting any innocent soul..."

Prad plunges a hand in his hood and tears it off his face, revealing eyes merged in a combination of steadfast and a hint of vengeful retribution, one softening to her as it discards the vengeance from the gray irises "...but I will claw every limb I have to try to safeguard any I see. This...I can promise you. My utmost, unbarren attempt. One sparing no expense at that..."

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The gray man, alone in the tomb land, once more faces another tomb, one depicting a woman's name. Once more, he places a small gem atop the tomb, one playing the echoes of the fallen's favored hymns. One he listens to as he sits by the tombstone, the hateful gleam in his eyesockets gone...