Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161129162836

The sigils explode in geysers of green flame. From the otherworldly portals erupt massive chains, their links forged from the deepest pits, whipcracking with hunger and life, flinging the green phantom flame everywhere. The burst forward by the dozens, flying to me, wrapping themselves around my arms and hoisting me into the air.

I fly upwards, my clothes shredded, my shirt gone as the chains dig into my flesh. Unkown words pour from my mouth, ancient words of power uttering of an unspeakable contract. I pull the chains towards me, pulling the very chaos from the portals.

RETURN THAT WHICH IS NOT YOURS

Armata is grabbed by the chains as they attack him by the dozens, slamming him, hurling him. In the air above me, a black portal opens, and he can feel his power being ripped from his body.

' THE VOID CALLS YOU... '