Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180528032838/@comment-27049835-20180529050603

Gyendal spots someone. Someone of immense power. Someone who had died as she had lived. Ruthlessly. He bent down, picked up some dirt by her resting place, and threw it upon her, muttering, "Hydrun aurvus morvo." The figure rises.

"How long have I been out, and where is my daughter?"