Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-28358106-20160618215328

I am shocked, but I recover quickly. My face twists into a look of rage.

"A clever trick," I say, energy building around me. The ground trembles as I begin to rise, my cape billowing. "But you are not mine. The Glyph of Thur links us, and I can feel her, and she me. YOU are not them."

Arcs of arcanum flash between myself and the ground. My splayed hands begin to crackle, and stones begin to rise.

"You think I would believe this deception? I have seen into the Pits of Cthon, and there met the gaze of the fates that dwell there, pale and trembling!  They spoke to me of things that would break the minds of men." "I have met fear, and knew it long before it had a name."

I raise my hands. My energy builds to a roar as stones and maelstrom whirl around me.

"Their love is not yours to steal, decievers."

Sorcery, raw and red, bursts from my hands in bolts, raking the ground and splitting the air.