Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190105015315

"Really? Funny you say that..." Prad snaps his fingers. Lightning seeps out in a very mild manner from the tip  "...I stated the same to the guy whose thing I was to give. He had me sit on his table to basically explain the jist of it".

Prad leans to the left and right, taking an inhalation "Ok, to make a long story short, the guy with the black sand under his feet had recently been anointed as the current ruler of a dynasty that had been present for quite a while. Apparently all the way to the...the...Hmm..." Prad is thinking, not sure to remember what era the subject was from when a voice came from the deep of his mind.

"The age of the metamorphisis...the dark one's ancestors came from the age of the metamorphisis. They stretch to a deeper past, witness to the Era of Exodus form the gods".

"The age of the metamorphisis. That's what he called it. Anyway, the young ruler had received a warning form his passing father. A warning not to contest the primeval pharaoh that was to return in his age of kingship. One that failing to be heeded, would cost the unity of the kingdom. You see, it's a sort of demon realm. A very bright one, thanks to their effort".

"Well the man didn't think the pharaoh would grow to wake so soon, a mere five years following his ascension to the throne. One thing you have to know is that for the most of those five years, he had spent many night close to their ancient lord's sacrophagus. Delivering food and drink to it, speaking to it, counting the dreams he and his ancestors had for the kingdom and how thoroughly he had worked to maintain. He and everyone before him had made sure that humans and monsters would live in co-existance in a past ripe with strife between the opposed kin".

"The day he woke up was the day they had realized that the 'he' was now a 'she'. The man in black was fearful. He among his citizens had awaited the return of a primeval entity that once guided their hand, but, the warnings pressured him. Somewhere between the interims, he had caved in, thinking the mere presence of two rulers who sink their kingdom into a civil war. One separating milennia of faithful cooperation into bitter hate.

"So, the fateful day the pharaoh had fully re-awaken...was the day the current ruler had disappeared. He left his crown and all, never to be seen...". Prad takes a breath, recuperating.