Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150816183246/@comment-5614539-20150915102253

"Take another step towards the ash, and I'll spit you on your own spear and have you squealing like a gutted pig. Anything you have to offer me is far behind me. I am nobody's pupil, except for my master's. And he is more than you will ever be scholar. Be gone, now, and leave my ash!" A threatening rumble of brontide echoed behind Aenverium, and dark clouds began to slowly move in from the west, accompanied by a swift breeze. The pile of ashes, however, remained stationary.