Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170325095302/@comment-30014014-20170401143717

THe' arcane fire that burned brightly by night was naught but a dimly lit camp fire by comparison as Oscar Mike could feel his mana 'falter''. Seeing as his arcane forge was a good indication of his current capacity, he decided to rest a bit, still enveloped in his armor.''

Because of the cacophony of his experiments with the demon silver shard, there was little he heard outside and such, he has not come out of his room mapped in 'a ward' for his arcane fire.

''With the morning coming, he slowly stands up over his bed, his eyes as gentle as a normal 'man's'. First thing he does, returning to the forge. HIs prototype was to be soon ready.''