Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-24449631-20140419151542

The Adamantine Shadow.
Boreau felt himself go. Even when he lay there, on his bed, it seemed as if he was forever falling. Falling and spinning on some hellish slide to Oblivion. But there was nothing that stopped it.

He was hopeless.

Now that there was a shadow mage on the throne her powers flowed through every mage in the Empire. Surpressing them under her will.

Boreau knew it was a mistake to crown her but he was too weak.

Too weak to speak his mind and let his voice be heard with the council.

''Guess they are regretting their decision now as well. ''Boreau thought as twisted and turned in his bed.