Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181231032233

"Hum, nothing much..." He clenches his hand all the way to his index, where a drip of his strength bloats. He throws but a particle shaping itself as a tiny star among an incomplete chart of all his previous travels, the same he had shown Roda. Over head, a sword manifested from a dull imagery of arcane, the same he uses to enable flight.

"Hum...miss over here and I have been talking about matters here and here and, it all drifted to my life as a courier. I once mentioned carrying a sword imbued with holy magic to some noble who wanted nothing more than to boast about having such a relic, who ironically had attracted a demon. It's nothing more than satisfying a fostering curiosity, but, would you happen to have a book about demons?"