Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191213201003

@Everyone: “Hahahahaha! Please dear boy, I do not need sympathy. My home was doomed and there is no reason for me to mourn it’s passing. The moment your kind unleash an elderich god that lays waste to all in it’s path, is moment you reap what you sow. No point in shedding tears.” Renwick’s callus finality of his home causes Aleric to nod in agreement.

“Indeed. You can’t feel much pity for a world that destroyed itself.” Aleric smirks before sipping his drink.

It is then Marcus stops eating and pushes his plate away with the smallest flick of his finger. His gaze was fierce and his expression even more so. Cyndwella shared a similar expression, one of contempt and disdain.

“Yeah? And what of all the innocent people who died, the billions who played no part in the destruction?” Marcus growls.

“We immortals tend see things differently, dog.” Renwick smirks. “The second coming of Pramool was foretold, and our kind brought it forth. In the end, it seems more like destiny or fate, rather than the contributions of the few. After all, you and many others fought valiantly and still failed to save the world. I will not waste precious time and energy wanting back what was taken. Instead I will divert my efforts to making this world my new home.”

“Tch, still makes ya sound like a cunt.” Cyndwella scoffs.

“I’m not here to gain friendships with any of you. My work surpasses the need of companionship. Though I harbor no ill will to any of you. Try to understand that we immortals see the world in a much different way.” Renwick smiles wholesomely.