Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190818201215/@comment-24510587-20190826233943

Marr was on hands and knees on the floor, panting heavily and gazing at the stone underneath him. He seemed dazed by the knowledge that he had avenged his son, trying to wrap his head around the fact that his quest was over.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be so easy as to simply blast the scepter with the Light to make it go away. This object was single-handedly powering the the Darkest Night; the power behind it was immense...