Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190326021425

Prad hears of the chaos, wreathed in empyrean ambiance. The gem writhes still, its assembly of the discarded yet undone.

He turns back to it, his sense of urgency lost on those inhabitating the lands of Tepes "Let their god sort them out among their conflicting remains, my kin has suffered enough travesty"