Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190529021854

As Aeron reaches his teleportation location, an armored hand grips the back of his head. Pramool, in his human form, pulls Aeron in and sneers. “Your only contribution is my annoyance, though I surmise that was your intent, mortal. You seem shallow enough to make that your legacy.”

Pramool repeatedly slams Aeron’s face to the ground.

“You. Are nothing without your pet. Just another spouter of magic.A glorified parody of heroism. An agent of false hope. Your sacrifice here, is the mortar that summarizes this act in futility. You must be brimming with pride at your own lowly contribution?”