Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180404132959

Were Praetor to gaze upon Threnody, he would inevitably notice the purplelish lightning cracking from it, resonating with the ashes surrounding the aftermath of Transient rescind, indicating the embers of dark were truly and well his 'handy work'.

Prad looks back at the knight with hollow eyes, yet they cast no hostility. A vague sense of empathy could be mirrored back to the armored man. Prad takes hold of his spear to holst himself up,to walk towards the man looking among the corpses for his beloved weapons.

Praetor could feel the touch of a hand upon his shoulder, a strange sensation since the man was isolated in his massive armor. Prad's touch, who would gently move him aside, Threnody roaring with ambient thunder. Picking his spear for a swinging motion, he goes for the corpses, sending a wave of the same ambient lightning that populated the edge of it. All the corpses so much as touched by the destructive lightning are fried to ashes while scattered by the wind backlash of his wave. If Praetor's shield and swords are under, then they will be revealed with the destruction of the corpses...