Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180327210719

Prad sets his sight away from the man he percieves just as frightening as those he zapped before back to the dead with stars on their foreheads. Being on a small cliff, he slides down, still as quiet as ever, joining the dead in the same ground.

He sets foot in front of the first dead he spots, one which has received one of his stardust, or 'mourning star' as he calls it. The terror plaguing him is withered, leaving place to a sentiment of unfortune. "I'm sorry your last hour was in this land" he speaks softy, picking up the star he dropped en mass, closely applying what seems to be an inscription for a symbol, one not seen in this current era "Perhaps this will bring you peace in the afterlife..."

He delicately places the mourning star back on the deceased's forehead, his eyes set aside to the others. He knew not whether they'd receive a decent burial. This was his effort to bring a dust of solace.