Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180523045108

"A kin's curse..." last words his voice speaks as his eyes washes away the purple, yet his gaze remains the same. Disappoinment.

Prad picks up his knife and sheaths it behind him, bitterness clearly the order of the day. He rises and quietly returns to his original spot "One of the things I possess not. Of course..."

He crosses his arms, his bitter state lashing at his shrouded face. His powers only now had returned at the prospect of harrowing spells, but now, he feels as they would be useless. He wanted to lash it out, rage at those revelations. That would also be useless...

Lowering his head, Prad panders at the coming battle. He can't kill them, what then?