Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170521174600

Crowley smiles wanly, and for a brief moment, they see him as he truly is: an ancient man, weighed down with a weary burden by the long ages.

'Thank you,' he begins, 'but I don't think they'll need someone like me. The past generation can't be the ones to fix the present's problems.' He looks to Slade. 'Magic isn't possible for most; we sealed off the paths to the root of Creation and threw away the keys. It would take a Magic stronger than that of Arlen Crowley in order to overcome my seals.'

With that, he stands, stretching his arms a little. As the room darkens, orbs of soft gold-red light appear, floating throughout the castle; some sort of magecraft from Crowley, no doubt.

'Well, night is falling, so you ought to go get some rest. There are rooms prepared for you, and there's food in the kitchen. Take your ease; I don't mind the company.'