Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-30014014-20190410154414

Joseph claps his hands, from which is spawned a gothic pillar reaching up to his waist. An illusion of glass upon which he sits. The thing wrestles his immediate presence, constantly flickering in and out before stabilizing.

He raises his hands in a shrug "I am no king. I am not scarlet. I am neither, but a clown. But surely, you must have known that...seeing as it was you who called me".