Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190601025406

The thunder claps almost entirely recedes from the land, opting instead for distant strokes on random creatures poking about. He now was fully committed to his watch of two of kin. One ephemeral, one bound to the land as refusal to the beyond.

A godly drama unfolding before him. Family...soon to kill each other. Behind the metal mask, a grin on possessed Prad. His 'guest' found this manifest of family murder quite entertaining.