Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510124259

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH! AHH! AHH! AAAAHHHH!" A shriek purges the silence of tranquility. This place, Agraba, had a bleeding wound. A rift, broken apart and open. It's blood is gold substance drifting left and right in the outer ring, akin to a flame.

Beyond it, the image of a man fleeing for his life. From something. "Oh dear, this is...this was a mistake, carrying them to this one of all memories" the particle of light speak with a mounrful regret, knowing full well what transgressed in this plane.

"Tsk, too late, bright. They made their choice. Now, they get to see..." The dark rift responds, equally distraught as the image of the man is more...clear to Ash. A blue-skinned individual, wreslted in tribal armor, festering in bones and plates. A fiendish warrior in any right...

...yet, here, he ran, fearful for his life. Others came close, wearing the same iconographic armor, yet to a lesser degree. Foot soldiers of unknown origin, making a line between their distraught leader and...whatever hunted him "Protect the patriarch! This strange land it banished us to will not deter us!"

The soldiers all rouse in approval, branding their spears in heat. A form of flame magic. Their leader had his hands on his head, utterly demoralized "No, no, no, all-maker save them...they do not knonw what expelled us in this realm..."