Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26210095-20161015002246/@comment-26444332-20161028000333

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Eureka Enderborn wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Eureka Enderborn wrote: "You again!" He backs up and grabs his weapon. 'Don't bother,' Asariel replies tiredly, not moving an inch. 'I'm already dead, remember? You can think of this as my eternal reward, though punishment is more apt: Because I died here as the creator, I am bound to it, until it fades. And because I was so powerful in life, when I created it I built it to last. So it isn't going anywhere for quite a while.' "Then why bring me here? Must I kill you again?" 'I didn't bring you here. You brought yourself, successor.'

Asariel raises one hand, and an ornate golden bo-staff, covered in beautiful vine-and-thorn designs, rises from the sand to his grasp. He taps it against the ground, and for a moment, the landscape blurs to reveal what it was like when Anubis was there last, before changing back.

'See? This is your realization, not mine.' He looks around. "You're saying this is mine now? Wait, what's that golden glint in the distance?" 'Well... it's not exactly yours. Think of it as holding the keys to someone else's house, to look after it. As for the city, I suppose that's part of your understanding of Genesis: An ancient kingdom amid the sand, the first true empire.'