Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181224193239

The room filled with artifacts, armors, weapons, all crafted by the venerable lord of the domain. Breached a second time by Prad. A miniature gate swells on the floor, witness to a hand clenching on the floor still.

Then another.

He pulls himself up, hidden in the shroud of his host, eyes full of violet tides "One can only gleam so much from otherworldly catalysts before the desire to seek ancient items for oneself becomes unbearable".

With a small hop, he pulls his feet from the gate, quick to collapse on itself, leaving the man walking among the rarities, his hand gleaming on the glass sheltering them. His eye cuts to a piece of armor, the one he was watching closely.