Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26210095-20161124041130

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Immediately, Azrael feels a cold weight drape over his shoulders, weighing him down a little, marking the misdeeds of all those slain by Nemesis as now on his head.

'The deeds are now yours, Contractor,' she says. 'Atone for them in good time, lest my ire be turned towards you.'

(I added something to the very bottom of the lore-document which you may be interested in helping to fill out, Pat.) He struggles to get up, with the wair of all his wrongdoings, both his own and those of others. Why did they have to be so heavy? His wrongdoings were for the greater good; he would have to bear them all the same.

"Thank you, my lady. For every injury, revenge. For every gift, a reckoning. He says, repeating the mantra he's held true his whole life.

She dissapears in a blinding violet light, and Azrael stands at his full height, somewhat bowed down and older-looking from his wrongdoings.He is now wearing a dark necklace, with a chain of bright silver, and a stone of a dark purple amathyst that drinks the light from the air. It seems to be quite heavier then it looks, and weighs him down slightly.