Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170705064307

The Price of Penance, slowly losing its power opts to retreat, beginning the search for its owner, fading away in a glitter of dust.

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The smoke shade stops, a glauque icon of an eye finally stabilizing its presence over the thing's head. Its gaze stop upon the different shades, widening in a manner of detection of an enemy upon soverign soil.

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The Penumbra drops its smoking projectiles as the icon of the eye changes, blinking between the enemy shades. In a jiffy, the shade with the glaring icon jumps to a selected area open to all. No covers, no roof. Collecting its hands together, the Penumbra holds its position still as a small vortex starts spinning between its palms. Whatever it is preparing is coming fast...

The eye is slowly scarred by a black jagged line, as a shackled hand briefly appears underneath...