Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24001601-20140909234838/@comment-24438639-20140914025449

Nautalius returned to the depths, a small underwated volcano was his home. Ruins resembling those of Snow elves but much cruder and larged were placed around it. It was a ghost city sea elve bodies frozen underneath the ashe that had devestated the city so long ago. Sharks and Sea serpents swarmed around his citadel, and in what was once the center of town stood a large white throne. It was encrusted with animals but had gold finishes that seemed unaffected by the ages, a small gold minatuer tridant made the head of the throne  and two pillars stood besides it with chains leading underneath the ground, straight into the volcano.

Nautalius sat on his throne a bored look or as close as it could be was on his face, his mouth was open revealing several rows of shark and needle like teeth, a black reptilian tounge slid out as he cleaned blood from his teeth. His trident was lazily proped besides the throne as it crackled with blue lighting.

He gave a roar of sonar that could be heard across the sea as the sea serpents came to his command.