Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160905210432

A voice echoes in Armatas's head...

''Let us leave these fools...let us abandon them to their false hopes, their pitiful memories. Let us go together into that sweet night, and abide for eternity in the embrace of darkness...let us be the master and mistress of fate...let us together dance the dance macabre...''

Ibrahim slams his hands together, and a blast of freezing ether howls from his arms, striking the giant, mouthed tentacle as it tries to free itself. There is a cracking as its rubbery flesh freezes in place...

"Hound!  Somebody!  Get that tentacle before it thaws!" He shouts...