Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180316005131

Prad's attention is manifest on the set of cuffs binding the count. Delvanite, meteorite and silvur. An old concept for an old creature. H Ancient metals forsaken in the name of the more available power siphon known as demon silver in the current timeline.

To still come up with the raw power of the old at its fullest, now that something Prad had missed in this diluded age. His being can't help but nod slightly at this engineering of power restraints. Having seen a few in the time, he could genuienly speak of their worth, noting no less than five sets placed on the leader of this ragtag group. However...

"After all this time, with all of the materials of the old, this is what they come with..." he spits with a subtle growl. The tone of his voice is almost sorry "They'd think they'd by now would have moved to more...potent manners of sealing an individual. A pity. Then again, what else to expect when domination is the asserted goal..."