Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180521172011

Prad's ears catch the captivity of speech from the undeads. From the burnt maan. His mind, however, still lingers on his increasing encroachment toward violence. Shut down on emotion as he was, one with the sight of decyphering words from eyes would see a slightly more glaucous gaze he bears, drenched in a sickly orchid.

The gemini still run vivid in his psyche. With fear so easily dethroned by his yearn for destruction. Crossed together, one of his hands clench at the prospect, power running through his irises. And he had access to their every info. Attack patterns, arcane, equipment, tactics, weaknesses. Weaknesses especially. All knitted into the body of the Unseen.

And yet, he wasn't sure to stage conversation with the entity. After all, they are of the same race. Who knew how it would react, if Prad were to ask it about everything...enemies, perhaps, but would it be enough for it to cross the gap and handle their deepest secrets to one wishing naught but murder on them? He didn't know for sure...

...

And then, his eyes, drenched in a thick orchid shade, propulses him into a sleeping state. For but a second, however. By then, his gaze had changed. The face of unnervess, washed away. The gaze had wizened, to a primordial degree. His stance, state...voice...

"Elder entity named Barnabus" his voice speaks, softly, but definitively morphed. Was Barnabus to turn head at the source, he would spot the young Prad, walking in a drastically different manner toward him, stopping at but a few steps. His next act, to put a hand from the fold on his back to his opposite shoulder, the same time for his knee to strike the ground in a lowering stance. His gaze, reformed come to meet the elder's.

His dagger, deposed in front of him. The injuries, still mending, ripped away like bandages, the same ones he bore since the battle before. He speaks once more "The gemini you spoke of with such reviled tone. The two who bathe in misery. I ask that you share with this young man the knowledge of their machinations, for the purpose that I have place before you".

The dagger briefly flashes under the light, day or night, it did not matter. The dagger, a clear indication of his wish to bring destruction and misery to thw two who stayed from for so long.