Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200607222955

''The wandering warrior priest takes a seat at the closest jagged rock with any semblance of a seat and joins his hands to sprinkles of dust. The tiny shine between palms reflects over his encased helmet and his overall armor'' "Beware, this benediction sanctuary will be the last spell I can conjure before needing to rest. I didn't exactly come here at the peak of my reserves"

''Pillars and a floor begin materializing in a square-shaped dimension, hallowed in distinct descriptions. The four pillars connect in ethereal touchs, now humming a gentle, mending light to anyone standing within. He sets his hands down, seemingly exhausted'' "Make haste. This sanctuary will only last so long before it withers".