Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180915012618

“You all, FIGHT A WAR WITHOUT SUBSTANCE OR LOGIC. YOU ARE BUT DUST TO THE STRONGEST WINDS. THUS YOU ARE NOTHING!” Pramool roars. A large burst of energy conjures in his mouth, a ball of pure monstral energy forming in his maw. With a jerk of his head the energy lurches forward in a beam of pure death.

It cascades over the mountain’s snow and flies perfectly without hindering. The group sees a blinding flash of light, then feels 100,000 lives silenced.

“Worthless creatures....” Boasts the ancient one.