Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180128165703/@comment-26120744-20180128170356

"It is not yet your time." The Emissary seethed in it's guttural tongue. "But when it is, we will call on you again. Now, sleep."

The king behind them raises his right hand ever so slightly, and Yharim catches a glimpse of it. Or rather, a lack of a glimpse. His brain and eye nerves beheld something, but refused to translate the information into visual data, so horrified by something about it that rather than seeing a hand, Yharim sees a hand-shaped blindness, a lacking in his vision accompanied by a splitting headache.

The creature snapped it's fingers and the darkness of purgatory returned.