Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26062370-20150528182704

A man observes several scenes, projected upon a mist-like screen, with contempt.

"Grgh... my siblings.. gone, broken at the hands of these imbeciles.."

"I will not let it happen again.."

The man's flowing taffeta robes flutter in the air as he storms out of the room. Down into a stone catacomb he ventures.

He produces several luminescent vials and jars, and places them into a crate.

"My plan begins." 