Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190320014838

Prad takes a more...'comfortable' seat at his table, sitting directly over it. His head nooks to the right, intrigued by Armata's answer "You speak of your dark magic interfering with that upstart creature's overall influence over the rest of those things grouped up in the material plane. Because you are an ancient. Those that banished you are ancients. The hybrid is ancient and so is its unwanted progenitor..."

"Catch the familiarity? You are all ancient. People of different times. And the corpse god you have come to despise so much is much older than most of you. You can surf over the washed up creature they made demon lord thanks to the outrage of becoming weak and meek. Another mistake walking in the plane of existence. If you can manage a trivial thing with ease..."

Prad takes a nudge to the left, arms ever crossed "...what make you think your corpse god cannot manifest the same attribute? Roaming the Age of Gods before the Exodus..."

"But go ahead. Go right ahead. A corpse god spilling the blood of a false contrarian. It would certainly go with many of you, would it not?"