Through the Living Wrath

There was only the sun.

“That abhorrent light?” ”I am known as the Eternal King. Otherwise known as the Constant. No name besides.”

I believe… I am not sure… that that is Intellect. He frowned. “Can you tell me the name.” Looking upward, he gasped. “I’m not anywhere remotely near home, am I? What is that?”

Cool! Accepted

“Quite interesting…”

Oooohhhhhh! So - any character, from anything, but magic doesn’t carry over. Keep it human/humanoid. Uuuummmm Spark is actually playing Mirth, so…

The air flickers in front of them, and a tall man in a very fancy blue suit appears in front of them, momentarily distracted - he looked as if he were talking to someone. His eyes focused, and he looked around, hesitant. “Where am I?” He had a crown on, one similar to the crowns that both Jakob and Aela had worn. However, this did not seem to be outwardly magical. It was wrought of gold, with a large purple-blue gemstone set in the front. @Through The Living Glass That’s um… that’s me. Apparently.

Y’all arrive at the ledge, spotting a small clearing which held what seemed to pass as a road.

Teshan follows silently, giving entrance a short glance before looking at the mayor. “I’ll be back.” He walks in.

??? Constraints as in u can’t, or constraints as in like character constraints

Aeon shook her head. “Nonono - don’t do that.” The air did not stir. She put forth a hand, throwing a fireball at the super armor.

Um… Towards the road he is unaware of?

The figure laughed and disappeared. @Argenti @Through The Living Glass May be interested in the outburst.

The figure shrugged and stepped next to her, giving her a hug, illusory blood leaking onto her cloak.

“Her father did die, in fact. Do you know how? A Servant of Rage. Isn’t that funny?” The voice carried, coming from the figure. It was just slightly grating. ”Now, I don’t wish to die to the Chaos, so I’m going to guide you for a time. Just up the mount, there should be a ledge - you should be able to see a road from their.”

From behind the tree, she saw Mirth, headless and staring. Immediately, she felt comfort from the real Mirth. This is Madness.

@Through The Living Glass DO YOU WISH TO TAKE PART?

There was no answer.

It happened.

The Servant looked down, visibly calming. Sleep?

I love you too.

But um… GSRP is nearly over.