Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160820202400

"That..... is The Black Crucible!" I shout over the harrowing winds. Standing atop an elevated piece of rubble, my coat flutters in the wind. My eye are fixated on the tower. "It is the embodiment of Ibrahim's life and the power of the glyph, a spire that existed on an alternate plain of reality, a reality without time or space." I stay focused on the Crucible for a long time, wishing I had a better answer to give. Reaching into my coat I realize I'm down to one cigar. {Damn it all, guess I have to make this one count.} I think to myself. Reluctantly, I slide the cigar back into my pocket and fold my arms.