Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180403012250

Threnody picks up a sudden flash of purple, blinding those who would come after its keeper. A malevolent grind echoes near as Prad ceasses his passive stance. He spins once on himself using his spear as a horizontal guillotine. Mixed with the constant burst of polluted lightning from the sharp edge of Threnody, a horrid spectacle of mindless vampires fall victim to the eternal sleep, their body convulsing to termination after even the separation of their heads from necks. At least those foolish enough to approach Prad at his swing distance.

Prad's ashen weapon amasses momentum form this singular movement, spinning again with its wielder, this time with the head burrowed deep in the material of this castle. A large scar gashes in a cubic schematic underneath the young man's feet. A gash bleeding the purple essence he infested it with.

Following this movement, Prad slashes his spear's head out of the earthhe wounded so, its screeches blistering from the virulent pollution. In yet another spetacle of blindness, the wounds inflicted by Threnody boil to their critical mass, spewing lightning upward in an unending manner all around Prad. This lightning clads itself around its user in a cage-like shape, daring the mindless mob not decapitated by Threnody to try to endure its galvanized maws.

Prad's stance was no longer of an absent man. His eyes, possessed, wait for the next opportunity. He would not be soiled of it by the mindless mob seeking to sink their teeth into his flesh...