Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180824034022

"They're...they're not moving..." Prad's voice is masked by the ambient wind. A whisper left to time.

"It is to be" echoes another voice as Prad's irises turn orchid. These eyes allows him to feel the man watching the...debacle occuring among kin. His hands fold behind his back. HIs armored neck tilts slightly to the left. His voice is detatched, indifferent to the scenery presented to them both.

"Are they..."

"These corpses stand before what possibly could be the genesis of their kin. The genes compel their bodies to obey the word of old. Like a program".

"So, they're unable to stand for themselves?"

"His immediate motion against the rapier wielder has made sure that its descendants know of the law past. Disobediance is not to be tolerated. Such as it was in old times".

Prad moves his sight from the group observed from afar to his spectral visit. HIs eyes convey worries at such control, a pantheon of question assailing his mind. The man answers in a cut gesture "They are condemned to obey his word. Commitment in sacrifice. Sacrifice from obediance. Obediance to the old law" This land of their and their cattle with suffer his old law all the same"

Prad's burnt hand shake at the prospect of someone like him establishing dominion over the foreign land. Despite what was portrayed, the ruling caste seemed fair in their wording and mannerism. Concerned over their subjects. Someone like Pramool was definitively a change for the worst and Prad dreaded such usurpation.