Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160820042515

The Indomitable wrote: He laughs, madly; like his uncle would. "So the race of man is doomed, indeed. And the enemy will come pouring through the abyss only to find a fractured mess to devour, where there is no real leadership to speak of. Only toothless merchant republics, petty oligarchs, and steppe vagabonds will stand in their way, and in the end, nothing will remain of Man..." Lux smiles.

'My dear boy, that sounds like wonderful fun,' he laughs. 'I can't wait!'

And with that, he walks away from them to the other side of the pavilion. He turns about on his heel and looks behind them.

'Lady Azalea,' he says, bowing.

'Forgive Lux,' the beautiful violet-eyed enchantress says, walking past them in a black evening gown to sit on a carved stone bench. 'He's quite the warmonger. He is Envy, after all, and his curse was that he envied the gods of battle. Trying to one-up spirits of carnage is... Not a good way to spend your time.'

She looks at them calmly.

'So, speak. But I did hear a bit of this, and I must say, I'll agree with Lux if you can't do better.'