Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170310224754

Abiathar musters up a smile. "I assure you both... that it won't be merely just for our long- abandoned cause." He folds his arms as he shifts in and out of existence. "HE will be there. The man who ruined us. The man who forsook us that day... on the battlefield.."

His hand seems to grip tighter at the mere remembrance of the memory. ''But before anything else... (summons a knife and slices at his palm, dripping blood on the floor) Abiathar J'eh Absalom. 3rd Order of the Spirit Seals. White Shade. "