Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181225025525

The bewildered host fixes the piece intently, his head nooked to the side with his interest clear to the empty halls "They say this one had been busying himself with the distraction of smithing..."

One of his hands slowly rises and clenches. Resonation from a piece of the armor occurs, attracted to his side. Just as gradual, it begins to detach from the complete suit, drawn to him.

He briefly raises the telekinetic hand, causing the piece to stop midway, now continuously spinning in a slow centrifuge as if exposed in a museum "They also said this one had other interests than the war of his kind. This gauntlet tells me otherwise".

He observes the machinations of the piece he holds in front of him, walking in a counter-wise circle "This one's talent clearly lies in the murder of another's kin, this ancient relic tells me much. A delusion to believe his hands can bathe in the absolution of a different path. The latent deposition of these tells me this one has tried such. Madness..."

Monologuing to himself, host Prad then wrenches him hand, causing small fragments of shard to appear "Never the less, this relic, and everything else is still of interest to me. Those who wore it, the experience they had within, the time of their demises, the metal composing this symphony of misery..."