Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731155504

Melandil and the others look on in horror. "How...how in the name of the gods did you aquire such a thing?  Surely you don't - "

A shockwave blasts through the walls, hitting everybody. Glass shatters, dust is kicked up. The blue tint of the room disappears as the illumination crystals used for light go dark.

There is a shouting as everyone panicks at the sudden loss of light. Praetor feels different, even now he feels something else has left the world severely weakened...

"What...what has happened? "  Illyagrine is helped up off the floor by Melandil.

"It felt like the initial miasma," Melandil says. "But stronger.  Something's changed.  Something's different..."

"My Lordship, the crystals will not light!" A Ranger keeps repeatedly attempting to cast a spell on the light crystals, to no avail.

"Surely not..." Melandil attempts the same, and looks at his hands. "How...how is this possible?  My arcanum...it will not work!  How..." He pulls out his sword. The beautiful magic that made its brilliance is faded, leaving only metal.