Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171228101808

(Doc, Victivius) Markel looks to the Dark Lord...his Dark Lord in both shock and awe.

He immediately prostrates himself before the Lich. Even as he is face down in the dead and twisted grass his mind races.

His mind is swarming with thoughts and emotion. Respect for the One before him is the foremost. It is quickly followed by an almost smug feeling of vindication, for his separation from the Cult, his studying of his Lord's workings in this world, what few there are, and his very worship of the Fatekeeper Himself.

He prepares to speak, but finds himself unable to form the words, the darkness...or more accurately the third of his strongest feelings, Fear, that surrounds him closing his throat.

So he simply remains bowed before the Dark Lord, ready to receive whatever He wished to deliver.