Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-26444332-20151202184920

Edacnik wrote: Edacnik looks over at Faenor. "Will. You. Please. STOP!?" Faenor stops playing for a moment, and looks at him calmly. However, a cold wind takes that moment to blow through, and for a split second they see him differently.

In that infinitesimally small space of time, Faenor appears to glow with an inner radiance like some shade of the dead. Ghostly blue flames flicker around his feet, licking and curling up his starkly white robes. His now-radiant blue eyes study Edacnik coldly, as if to impress upon the Half-drake that should he push him further Faenor just might take things the wrong way. The winds die down and Faenor's form returns to normal. He returns to his instrument.