Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180213024823

Before the group's very eyes, Thomas transforms.

He rises from his seat, pale and trembling with rage and terror. Gone is the genial, generous man whom they've come to know and like, and in its place is a man whose raw emotion has broken through the surface and has bared its savage teeth. His eyes train on Markel with intensity, and the old Mage can feel Thomas' arcanum roil around them, shaking the very veil with its power as his emotions are strained to their limit.

"Never...NEVER SAY HIS NAME! NEVER!"

He points a finger at Baku as if it were a weapon, then looks back to Markel.

"You have NO IDEA what He is capable of! NO IDEA!  His will is not a commandment, it is death!  DO YOU HEAR ME?!  HE IS DEATH, AND HE WILL USE ANY MEANS HE CAN TO DESTROY WHOMEVER HE WANTS!"

His voice vacillates between subdued rage and a full shout.

"You don't know His will! His will is used only to destroy, to corrupt!  Do you hear me?  He will destroy everything you work for and everyone around you!  YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT POWERS YOU ARE MEDDLING WITH!"

His fists are balled, the vein on his neck standing out. Markel can feel Thomas' sorcery churning.