Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190215035539

"Well, they're going to go toe-to-toe with it. I'm just here for ranged support. Besides, I didn't think you'd find that out of all things..."

Prad removes his bandages, revealing his hands returned anew, likely accelerated by the treatement his possessor had given the injured humans among the collateral damage "...but I guess you now know why my hands were as they were".

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Elsewhere, a gray visage manifests in the makeshift graveyard. A slumbering entity wrapped in a shadowy coat, permeated with an elongated scarf, a once unseen artifact clothed on the entity. His violet gaze washes over the tomb of a buried kin, a man.

A fellow.

His steps close in on the tomb's inscription, slow to drive a knee on the soil, uncaring of the writhing earth scarred by his mere presence. And yet, the tomb he touches by the side, as a long companion would a fallen, feels no hurt. The man in the wall's gray arm passes over the grave, mired in thought...