Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190418223601/@comment-24510587-20190423213411

"You really need to ask?" Marr murmured, gesturing at the Lau'ada they had just destroyed. He walked around the raised centre, solemnly gazing at the Curators that had spent their lives tending to the archives. All three were men well into elderly age, riddled with wrinkles and grey hairs.

"Wait..." Marr uttered, stepping towards one of the three, a stern-looking fellow with a chest-length white beard and a bald scalp.

"It's Curator Amnus. He's still breathing!"

"I know, but I feel bad about it," Rolf murmured. "Look at the city... we're just sitting here, while the Lau'ada exerts its influence over the citizens..."