Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26210095-20161027004400

Meanwhile, in the caldera of an extince volcano in the Gore Peaks...

All Seven of the Fallen were gathered, save for their lord, Trillian. From near and far they heeded the call. They crept out of their sunless halls beneath the earth and returned to the world once more. They were silent as death itself, their coming did not so much as bend a blade of grass. They were in the world, but not of the world... they were the Fallen Angels, stripped of their glory and honor in heaven.