Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191120052531/@comment-39487125-20191123023528

"Yes, he is quite right." The old man said as he tapped his staff twice on the ground. The crude wooden staff burned with void fire revealing it's true visage, intricately woven black metal and purple crystal. It forked into a bident at the top with a floating orb of matching black and purple smoke between the prongs.