Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190417033639

"So now, they all forsake this notion of honor in their halls, adding their hands to the old thing". Host-Prad remains distant, though he was up once more. His gem shrieks and withers, sending sickly shackles to the corpses sundered by the lizard's fall. As it did the dead divilians, the shackles pull the remnants out of the humans soldiers, a twisted form reminescent of their shape in life.

They shriek in hollow tones, given to the violence of a fresh memory of their last seconds. The first monster they see, they rip apart, only to spread this heinous violence to many more.