Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190407051932

(Everyone) Pramool slaps away Jorge’s blade, the ancient one begins to pace impatiently, growling like a beast. His eyes are focused on Jorge, never wavering.

“You realize, mortal, that you have willingly segregated yourself to death? You should know, before we begin....” Pramool raises his sword to Jorge. “The only lullaby I know, is obliteration. After you die, I will awaken tomorrow, with a smile on my face. Your life, is now forfeit.”