*Demon master?! What a joke. What has been bound into my arm is far worse than any demon. It is terror incarnate, the will of a tyrannical force that only wishes to purge the land of all life.* Izurei's arm suddenly clinched into a fist and readied to take over control. *I have no more time to chat with you. If you will not let me leave willingly then I will have to take my own actions.* As Izurei reached to a pouch on his belt a flood of thoughts flowed through his mind. *Why am I feeling compassion to these people? Why am I trying to spare them? Is it because of a deeper need I have for keeping them alive? Or is it because I do not wish to see anymore people torn asunder from this cursed arm?* As he struck his last thought, he drew a small pellet from his hand and slammed it against the ground. A circle of mist surrounded him as a small portal tore into the soil beneath him. After another flash of light he was consumed within the earth and transported to a different place. A temporary escape until he calms the curse within his arm.
((I'll be back tomorrow, but I have to leave work now.
))
((I'll be back tomorrow, but I have to leave work now.
))
PSU Character:
Izurei - Level 50 Cast, Rank 10 Ranger/Rank 3 Force (Future Guntecher) - Universe 2 or 15
Izurei - Level 50 Cast, Rank 10 Ranger/Rank 3 Force (Future Guntecher) - Universe 2 or 15