Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161019040608/@comment-26005135-20161023191143

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Azarias raises a hand.

'I'm not about to start analyzing and deconstructing the dead,' he says. 'My Stigma saves nothing, forgives nothing, and creates nothing. It only erases. Completely. I can't pick and choose bits and pieces: Everything goes, or not at all.' "Everything, or nothing. Seems to make some sense. Now, does anyone know what trees can grow in sand?"