Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180720233615

Praetor Crashes through the roof the stones that comprised it bouncing harmlessly off his shield and knocking the dwindiling floor beneath him. He was loosing his footing fast and dropping down was no longer an option as he doubted the Ignis could or would povide the thrust to slow his decent. The only viable ground left was the obelisk and it was small and rising fast. Steeling himself against his newfound fear of death Praetor stowed his shield and sword, readying himself for a likely painful fall. The knight eyed the obelisk as it rose defiantly in the air, growing ever closer to him until it was within grasp. The armored behemoth lept from the crumbling stone small gouts of flame exploding from his hands and feet allowing him to guide his decent directly onto the center of the obelisk.

The knight clung tightly to the stone as he lay prone on the flying object watching the world move away from him. Praetor bounced up as the obelist came to a jarring halt over the mountain, over the battlefield, over the world. The fractured knight felt the dark malevolence that resonated from the stone, the warmth of the blood that flowed within it... the fear that eminated from all the lost souls. Praetor lay there frozen in fear as he contemplated the situation he was in. How was he supposed to defeat this thing? How was he supposed to destroy such a damnned thing...

"The knife!" Praetor drew his accursed dagger running its lanyard around his hand  before plunging the gnarled and twisted thing into the nearest crack he could find, hoping to corrupt the thing before it could summon its beastly charge.