11-14-2024, 04:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2024, 05:54 PM by Kartoffelstampfer.)
A loss of his home. A loss of his son friend. And yet, a certain radiant of mortyl seem undeterred still.
A calling has been heard. And been responded to. In return, a blessing was attained. And a duty.
Preparations for a ritual are starting to be done in the ruins of his old home. And old unfinished business is being taken care of.
Quote:"If anyone has any tasks left that they need me specificly for, approach me. Or be quiet until then."
[Date for the Ritual: TBA]