Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180918225454

Wait for long, he does not. Amidst the fierce winds set in discord by the realm breach and countless flying creatures, not to mention their gravely overlord sending shockwaves all across, stands Prad. Broken, ragged, jagged.

His shroud, gray in nature, is difficult to see at first in the eternal darkness. Soon enough however, the constant flapping becomes a distinct noise against the massive winds. He clings onto his sturdy stick, barely able to stand as he is. HIs cloak hinders his body, even while shredded.

"Oh hey...you're still around". His only words. Pain and agony disallows a formal approach.