Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190325163255

He walks far from the relative safety of the walls. Beyond the gates, only to stand just a bit ahead. Here, he waits, taking a deep breath. His eyes, once hidden by the helmet's stature, now shine in a violet incondescence "My poor kin, fallen in such numbers..."

He sits where he stands, his crystal in hand. He places it to the ground and waits, feeling the air, the atmosphere...