Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150208083257/@comment-5543592-20150211205310

Velith's faux-skin eyes fixed on the wall as he settled into the throne. He didn't have actual eye-lids, so he still found it unnecessary to shut his eyes.

His arm and back ached, and flashed back to a similarly uncomfortable night in Argonia, the night he'd left home. It wasn't a good memory, but it as better than most of Velith's others. For someone who'd always tried to do good, he'd had a tragic existence. The irony of his life did not escape him.