Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-5735114-20131130210333

"You... you took my scythe..." Tyranil said softly. He had made that scythe when he was younger, the day after his parents were executed. He had vowed that he'd kill a million Thamor with it. He still intended to do so. ''I... will never be able to avenge my parents now... ''Tyranil just floated in place, looking down. It took all the stength he had not to cry in front of this heartless monster. Teleporting in a small red cloud into his lair, Tyranil once again walked into Eilonwyn's room.