Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190607035953

Host-Prad lifts a hand to the heavens strewn with his avian rods. One of them nudges from its fixated position before shedding from its spot, now in a free fall directly towards Pramool "Now the beast randomly seeps to satiate its tantrum. Here be a call back order..."

The rod splinters to glimmering pieces of smaller spears, all seeking to pierce his flesh with promises of violent detonation. Hundreds of pieces...