Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-32663439-20141115184255

(Lol the dreadlocks nord)

Tate had been leaning on the wall next to the throne. He lifted himself up. "I'm going to go check out Greymoor. Be back soon." With that, he left.

Vorwith had been checking the oculory again and again. He knew it couldn't be helped. Technically, his soul was already warped by Bal, because of the vampirism. And his soul couldn't be taken in a soul snare. But for his one-time service to Bal, he doubted that he'd be brought back. He decided it didn't matter. His soul would go to Coldharbour upon his death anyway. He left the oculory and went through a portal in his house.

He exited into a small building on an island very far south of Pyandonea. Here there were many interesting creatures and plants, all made by Vorwith. Mostly, they were all vicious monsters, but some were just food, or beautiful creatures. (These creatures were made during a time where Vorwith was going crazy with genetic mutations. A lot of weird creatures.) Vorwith began catalouging the evolutionary changes in the creatures since he had last been here over 600 years earlier. He liked experimenting, and it helped him to ignore the cosmic threat against existance.