Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160830230255

Androktasia laughs at that, a harsh laugh that raises the spirits of all in the area for another round of bloodshed.

'Well,' she says, calming, 'That would solve the problem. Unfortunately for you, we gods are as much a part of this world as the dust itself is. The same goes for humans and dwarves. Elves are... Different, fundamentally so. They care for nature precisely because they are not a natural part of it. So they can do without the world. You, however...'

Androktasia spins her scythe in her hands, and her wings spread their entire red-feathered length, sending a ripple of wind through the air, knocking everything in the general vicinity down.

'The Weaver-of-All-Fates is close, my servant,' she murmurs, and turns to Valerius. 'Shall I tell you what you are?'