Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171229075131

(Doc, V) Markel rises slowly, each moment measured in the same manner one would do when steeping over a field of fresh corpses after a battle.

He had forgotten these things. Long had it been that he smelled and felt death in this manner. Even then it had never been this intense, the touch of his Lord granting him a glimpse of how minuscule the Cult's old understanding was of their own Lord.

He then looks on, staring into the Abyss to his Lord. The moment is not lost on him as he lives that famous quote on the Abyss, but he is still determined to hear the will of Victivius.