Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201234749

@Hound

''[Then go. Pull him out. Pull him out formt he grasp of the false Virtra. As you have done twice before. Do it, and I shall aid you]'' A voice, distinct from the whispers. Closer, filled with re-assurance, stronger than the hands that surround her, peeling off the dead's attemptive grasp.

A shine glimmers in the darkness, burning away the atmosphere of malevolance that consumes this chamber. Or perhaps, are they not even within anymore, surrounded by lidless nothingness.

Were Roda to open her eyes, she would witness a man in different apparel. Gray armor, perfumed in silver. From head to toe, he is sheltered, not unlike the gray man, Only, his voice has no malice to offer. Nothing more than a hand to give, and aid to offer.