Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-33419273-20171201221813/@comment-32557376-20171217233423

"Bring forth the Curse of Blindness, Hagras hear my wish, Summon untouchable Shadowknights to detain the Saint!" Whitesworth called the sky, his scythe glowing Bright red,"Curse of Famine" he shouted as his Blood started to course upon power of which the World's Never seen before, A small army formed, "Nastaroka!" He shouted as a Crimson blade came off of the Door, opening it from its bare Construction, "Whitesworth's Scythe kept glowing, even in its Sheath, "Detain the boy and Detain him well, Nastaroka!" He commanded with a Split Toned Voice, "You've no idea what you've gotten into boy, my knights will keep you until I see fit to release you from their Cluches, even if you do escape, you'll have a Bounty on your Excecution!" He continued with his, "I have the Master SpellBook, none of what you can do will release you, and Struggling will only wither you Further!" He concluded with the summoned Shadowknights shackling him to Grelos, Dimension of the Dead.

"He had it coming to him, now, let us continue without anymore acts of disrespect, or else" his glare narrowed a bit.

"Normally I'd forget about something this big in a week, but Punishment is unending, try that after you've seen the Wasteland Boy" Whitesworth finished starting to Draw his Bloodsteel Scythe, but stopped after such a turn of events, "Never ever Cross me again, You hear!!!" He barked angrily, neither he or anyone ever disrespected him after the fate they were given otherwise.