Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160727140446

Melandil bristles. "I want to know about the Glyph because my son is either missing or d - "  He lowers his voice, remembering his proximity to Lucida. He moves closer, but his voice is tense. "That Glyph is responsible for what has happened here.  I have watched it ruin my son, destroy his wife, and imperil his daughters, and destroy his city.  It has somehow brought an evil into this world that not even I was able to portend.  He loved his family more than life itself, and I will not believe, not for one moment,  that what he did was deliberate.  So forgive me if I want to know more about the Glyph, because he has entrusted you, not me, with knowledge of its capabilities."

Melandil furrows his brow, placing his hand over his mouth. "What we know of the Glyph is not enough.  We need to find out more about it, any way we can.  Time is short."

Melandil's wife, Illyagrine, walks up, coming close. She sighs. "Lucida will not sleep," she says. "She says nothing,  only she remains curled up on her bed."