Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26237442-20160303093441/@comment-25901581-20160314001254

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: "I come with two purposes. The first, to announce to this world that my people are returning. The second, to assist the Eldest in his fight against the Breakers. My personal task is to finish what I started; the shaping of the heavens."

As he finishes the last sentence, he lifts his hand as a tiny newborn star coalesces in his palm. All around, water dries right out of the air, the wall cracks in parts from lack of moisture, the land grows unbearably hot, and the sky darkens, for the light of the distant overhead sun is nothing compared to the raging inferno of the fledging star in the palm of Aurel. Then he closes his hand, hiding the little sun's light, grimacing a little as the life within the little ball fades away. The land gradually begins to return to normal around him, the nature-regenerating power held by the Original helping to speed the healing.

"As you can see, I have lost none of my talents in my lonely art. All I wish to do is bring new light to the night, my celestial canvas. My children are for all to appreciate. Even you, Dæmon." "Indeed. You say your people are returning? Who is the leader of your race?"