Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-26998060-20190519022344

The Lich holds out his own hand and as it recharges he chants the oath. "The Blackest Night falls from the skies, The darkness grows as all light dies.  We crave your hearts and your demise, By my black hand, the dead shall rise."

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Yang looks around at everyone there. "I don't think we can leave."