Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170414035925

'They are called the Haunted, and they are quite dead.' Azarias says. 'Brought to a shambling semblance of life through the accursed art of necromancy: turning a corpse into a golem. Be wary of them, as they are not like the undead of fairy-tale. Many are fast, strong, and can fight.'

Cold air surges through the cabin as the mist draws closer. Azarias raises a hand. 'Stand back.' he says.

Once they have taken a few steps, he raises his hand even further, so that it is over his head. A moment later, a miniature blizzard rips through his palm, forming a long shape.

'''Solemn Queen of Steel, come to me. Serve, Setsura''.'

The blizzard condenses, forming an elegant silver half-rapier. The Sacred Instrument, Setsura. The mist draws ever closer.