Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190407215657/@comment-26545936-20190408224045

K'eth appeared to grimace and raised a shaking hand as if to say 'do you not know me?' "I imagined it's creation and 'boom!' It was created along with most of the denizens that now reside there. Anyways, like I said, the realm's a bit like Oz's underside, the Neather it's called, correct? Spooky, not very much any civilization save for bleak sands and weird rocky shapes. No day, just a moon that shines its... baleful light. Eheh." K'eth waved that little artistic comment away. "Though there's certainly no upside to it, just dreary landscapes filled with dark magic."

The demon looked a bit disappointed at Jeiel's recalling of his gifted magical item, only now just remembering it. "The staff does love to be used, so that's a bad thing on your part... Which you haven't used... in two years... Me thinks it's very upset or just plain depressed. You should do something with it."

He let out a snicker suggesting that Jeiel was in 'big trouble.'