Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150912165220/@comment-29559990-20150916100252

"I... I don't know..."

Dalacon appeared behind Zaydate, a wicked grin beginning to form on his face. "And so it begins, Vordel," was all the old ghost said befor vanishing.

Oh, no...

Quickly, Vordel ripped a gauntlet off of his right hand. Sure enough, the veins and scars on said hand had turned as black as the night. He gasped in horror before forcing the gauntlet back onto his hand.