Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190211012000

"A peculiar storm..." The man in the wall jumps out of Prad's proximity. As if he suddenly gained mass and a presence in this material plane, he jumps from spot to spot, the increased movement of his shade leaving burnt marks anywhere he lands. From ceiling to ceiling, he peers through them, finding himself to the outside roof.

"What omen do you carry within yourself? Are you the augur of the primordial one? Or merely its messenger?"