Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20151212053012/@comment-25975584-20151215023957

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Cyrus sits and crosses his legs, closing his eyes. In his mind he can see the world, a blinding ball of light, every little bright speck a single living being. He searches for the sparks that seem darker, reminiscent of their darker thoughts. There are many, and it will take a very long while to narrow down...