Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180327042137

Prad does eventually find a secluded place to sit. Sit he does, to contemplate the scenery, now ruined.

Ruined by the feral vampires who slashed and gourged their way...

Ruined by the wyvern who spewed bleached flames against them...

Ruined by the undead proclaimed in their higher selves with their own arcanes toward their own kind...

Ruined by the man of metal and his chaotic pyres...

Ruined by his own hands and the polluted thunder they wrought...

Was this place ever to grow again? Would the dead be disposed by nothing more than rubble to toss and forsake? Would the next arrivants to this settlement face the same turmoil? Prad couldn't say. All he could, was the jemeriah he spread on his fellow humans, cast in an uncaring land. He held no belief of what Acheron claimed, about mutual trades. What he saw was nothing more than people stuck in a land not there, dealing with creatures alien to them, with no knowledge of how devoid of value they seemed to be.

Prad lowers his head and slowly lifts his sheltered hand at the dead, small glimmer of lightning gently brought to life from the palm. Surely did he know that now was not the best time to make use of his abilities, his hands still reeling from the last thunder symphony. Prad cared not at the moment, even as the synapse of his nervous systems went to warn him of the pain.

The gentle specs of lightning lower on the desceased, a vibrant yet tiny star landing on their forehead. An old measure of burial for those burdened with the task a to easily locate those put to their limitless rest and a reminder to carry their fading vessel with consideration. Something he wasn't sure the overlords of this land would even think of.

His eyes cast sorrow, slowly turned back to the group he previously left. Praetor, Alburn...Acheron. Prad's eyes cast a stew of terror, the man's appareance horrified to his sight. Elongated teeth, a malevolant gaze, a cruel coat, ashen skin shrouded in coldness. The way his perception shaped those not human.