Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170424183245

Bentley draws out one of his newly forged black dagger and throws it on the wall. Ink falls out of the thing to a small pond, bubbling from within.

A hand rises from the pond. Then the arm. A chest to the feet. All to form a black clone with two daggers in hand. Its eyes are without globes. It rushes to the fray with intent to kill.