Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191202014309

@Hound

"Of course..." Light shimmers in Prad's hand, one he moves from her side. He looks back to new man present, a hand on his now former tormentor. The plane had changed shape to be a hint of gray over the abyssal black.

''[Return. Go back. We will speak again...once I permanently sever your connection to him] The man in silver looked back, shining the same orangine flare. Docile lights dance around the two, dismantling their bodies in transport. A teleportation spell.''

N͈͕̤ͅo̤͇...̞̼̱̪͚̲n͍͖o̖̺͚͕ͅ,͙̪̣͖͇ͅ ͕n̥̹͉̯̞̞̤o̹̣,̻ ͙n̝̹o̫̼̲̘.͇̲͖.̲̺̼.͍͎͙͓̥w͔̪h͎̩͍̻̹͍ͅe̺̭ͅr͖͍̩͇͔e̟ͅ ̤̪̮̫̯͍͇ạ͉̲̜̤͍r͇e͍̝̠̤̫ ̘̙̲̘̞̩̻y̱̹o̭̘͚͓̬̗u̝̭̻͔̳ͅ ͚̹͎̩ͅg̥̺͓̜̺̥oị̦n͓̙̯g͇ ̯̖̼͉t̼͍o̳͚̪̙̙̮̟ ̠̲͖̖̞̝e̖̖̰̝̘ḁ̤̬̯̩̬̲r̹̩̫̥͎n̜͔͔̝̬͍͔e͖͉͇͚s̖t̮̞͓̞̣l͈y̪̗̝̺̝?̳̦̟̗̖̞ͅ  Threnody bursts in life midway through

their return in the gray man's hand. He points it at Prad and his carried, unsure of what do to.

Of course, it was no longer his fight. No more.

''[Away. Forever. From you. Then, the nine others.]'' The new entity's blade performs against the gray man's Threnody. He howls deeply. Whoever he was, wherever he came from, this new man had no problem contesting his false presence. His howl is frustration, diving the spear as strong as he can.

''Y͓̳̻̥̟͍o͔̤̼̬̖̝̠u̙̮̦̝̝̯ͅ ͔th̠̬̩̥̯̬̺ḭ͔̼̯̱͓nk ͖͓͓͍̥t̖̠̤̬͈͈̱o̲̹̭ ͚͚͕̯̳̖ad͔̥̦͖v͕͚̹̞̯o͈̗͓̬̫̙ͅca̯͚t͉̣̫̝̰̳̗e̳ ̜̳̻f̤̲̰̣o͔͔̞̻r͙̩̠̣̰̞͍ t̮ͅh̟e̠̺ ̥k̰i̦̤̰̳̰̼l̯̳̖l̤͉̘̜e̙͖̠r͔̪̮̯̠s͉ ̩̰͈̻̰o̳̺̥̯̦̰̠f͓ ͙͔̳̖̬̫̫o̮̞̲̘̙ṷr͔͇̹̬̻̮ ̰̞͖̖̟̭k̘̞̤i͕͈͇̙̰n̺͇̣? ''

''[The howls of the past are long dead. What you and our corrupted brotherhood seek are no longer. These are but their distant descendants]''

Th͚̼̦e̤͍̞̱͎̻y͇ m̩̰̻a̙̫͈s̮̤̭̬͚q̫͎uer̰͍̺̱a͕͔͖͎̲̦̰d͈e̳̻ ̝͙̫̰̼in̦̯ ̖͉̗̫ọu̦̣̯͙̩r̩̭̩ ̖͇͙̹d̳͚̰̞ea̤̻̼͇d̠ ̹͙̫̰̩ͅf̗͓͚͎̥͇l̥͍e̟̗̭̝͚͈͇s͓h̰̱͙,͕͈̪̘͓ ̫̣̲̤͔͇a̳̖͉n̝d̞̱ ̘̲y̫̞̗͕o̩̥̠͕͇u̦͎̲ ̗͔̙̥w͈͚̘͔̰͍̫o̤͕͕̪͓u̖͈͉͔͙͇͓ld̥̼ ̞̪͚̠l̤̗ͅet̻͚̮̼ ̬̦͔a̝̗̤̜̰͔̘ ̜͎͇̹͇con̖̟̹̘s̘̯̝̠͖̗̞p̝͓i̩̳̩̬r̯̠̤͉̯̟a̟̲̟͈̼ͅt̩o̱ͅr̩̠͕ ̲̖͚̠̩go͎̬̰͍ ̠̬f͎̗̬̞̲r͍̗̮͖̲̫e͈e̩̗?͔̺̬͓ 

''[This is a victim. He has no business suffering your mantle]''

An eldritch howl echoes formt he black plane as the gray attacks again, fierce in anger. His shriek echoes upward, traveling alongside Prad and Roda's return to the room. A room bearing no trace of what had occured...save for Prad's chain, one hanging by his arm...