Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190407215657/@comment-26545936-20190407220758

In the bleakest lands that contained the darkest darkness. Where not even the vision of night could hope to prevail there sat a figment or perhaps the 'whole' of imagination. In endless musings it's form wrought wit-

K'eth poofs away from the Shard of Darkness in smoke.

"JEIEL, HOLY SHIT IT'S BEEN FOREVER." Appearing in the middle of the Emerald Palace with people nary a glance towards the large demonic figure as if he wasn't even there...

Or... you know, they don't give a damn after all of the partying. The boots and leggings that K'eth wore suddenly developed wheels as he spun around and directed himself here and there. Looking about the place in a tizzy to look for the estimated Ozian King.

K'eth groaned in a frustrated tone as he flopped onto the ground and immediately appeared in the throne-room as if he was phasing through the ground, now face-up. "Helloooo~ mystical-imagination-man sayin' it's been a long freakin' break!"