Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141218235443/@comment-32663439-20141221084802

Slagar was weeping bitter tears. "He died. I don't even know how."

"Not lately. You've gotten more annoying the longer I've been near you."

Vorwith said "Well, I have some business to attend with a Prince as well." He walked up to Nocturnal. "I think that snare has been on you long enough." He placed a hand on the avatar, and it turned to smoke. A dark doorway appeared, and Vorwith went in. He was in Evergloam, Nocturnal's realm. "Nocturnal. I've been waiting since the third era for this." Without another word, he put his hands together, and then slammed them into the ground. Nocturnal was absorbed by him, and the realm became his. "There are so many changes that need to happen here. Ah well, that can wait." He left Evergloam and returned to the wedding.