Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150812223729

Kjalek stood silent for a moment. The devastation reminded him of similiar work, wrought by his own hands in the distant and forgotten past. He despised what he was then, and he would not stand idly by and see destruction such as this play out.

"There is still smoke. It was somewhat recent. I'm going to aid survivors." Kjalek said, his voice sounding dead and sickened. He set of towards the city, walking in long, rapid, strides.