Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25344655-20151115041425/@comment-26444332-20151118164507

"Not on my watch." Faenor says, beginning to draw a complicated sigil in the air, his finger leaving a burning wake. Within a few moments, the Ætherial symbol is complete, and the flesh and muscle of the drake begins to return.

(Æther... The stuff of creation. A lovely thing, isn't it?)