Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190214054204

Atop Prad in the wall's dark gauntlet rests a miniature flame, shaped as small as he can manifest it. His possessed eyes mark the grave of his kin, a promise of return from his spectactor as he drops his eulogical spark "You share the sight I fathom? Our kin has yet been caught in the joust of sneering monstrocities, the same that reek of hypocrisy in their pretention to lament...".

His muffled whisper is bland, laced with but the faintest of hostility "Even the creature that once lured you in her confines partakes in this fallacy. This mask of their will erode the next day. Our kin will not suffer this parade of veiled indifference, not with my presence within your vessel..."