Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-32420582-20170103130343

Arcann leaped off the cliff, free falling for what seemed like an eternity to him. He closed his eyes, feeling a burning sensation engulf his body as flames began to roll off of his skin. He reached one of his hands out and shot of fireball toward the city, which was the size of a carriage wheel.

The pyromage smirked to himself, he suddenly faded away, ash and embers circling in the wind of where he previously was. The fireball sailed through the air, smashing into the wall and leaving a small sized crater and causing a small plume of black smoke.

As the smoke cleared, Arcann was there crouching down in the centre of the crater. Smoke was rolling off of him, embers dropping off his armour. He slowly got to his feet, drawing his ebony longsword which burst into flames as it left it's sheathe.

"I shall not fuel the flames of war," Arcann growled, reaching up to his visor and pushing it up, revealing his vampiric eyes. "but I have no problem dismantling this 'Empire'."

He turned around and swung his blade toward the cliffs, a wave of fire flying forth and expanding as Arcann manipulated the flames.

"I've had enough of these tyrants dictating our lives. I've had enough of being a pawn. I'm done being the monster, it's time for me to be the hero." Arcann snarled, before turning to the defenders of the city.

"I'm not going to lay down and obey them, are you going to lay down and let them kill you?" He asked.