Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190327045452

Prad remains on the top of whatever piece of building is nearby. The tide of creatures that flood the land makes itself available to his eyes. His pose is unchanged, crossed arms with his shroud flapping around his body.

Battle seemed to become imminent and he was going to act as a spectator, considering his disposition to jump down to the fray. The ear-piercing noise Pramool emits falls far from the man's ears as he becomes enwrapped in a violet aura "Is this your war knell, old thing? Do you forfeit your descendents' lives?"