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(And one more thing. All the events in the campaign are pre-cataclysm, but after the Lich King.)

( fine with me I just want to get started lol)

(Is it possible if I join, old friend?)

(Of course it is! I've been waiting for you the whole time dammit!)

(Sorry Grey, I've just been busy and now... I'm free.)

(Well then hurry up and post my friend! Everyone is waiting for this to start.)

(I'm just going to do my roll Grey.)

(Well I can hardly start if I have absolutely no information about what Xe is doing.)

Standing on top of a grave stone was a rather tall figure. His weight cracking the stone beneath him, prices of the polished granite falling into the damp, dead grass underneath the darkened canopy. His own personal grave site? No.. Armour doesn't have a need for a grave site. Inside of the unmoving steel carapace of many etchings ignited, an elustrious green flame shot forth from the helms openings. The screams of the damned echoed in the forest that surrounded his own ambience, deadened and rotted. The thick essence of magic flowed and ebbed in the air, as if the armour was coming alive. Then, the air was filled with these raspy yet ancient words."Rechoren khure dhure." (Release thy restraints). The winds howeled and shot by, blowing the dead grass causing a crackling sound as the blades broke from the ground. Death... All and only death.

The suit dropped from the grave stone with a thud, his contact with the ground caused all the life around him(Close raduius OK) to wither and die. A nearby crow began to grow a black like growth over its wings and feet, causing it to screech in pain. The body of the bird disintegrated before it even had time to fall to the ground, just a pile of crushed bones and rotten entrails. Xerexal looked at the pile with a deviant glee in his eyes of what he just did, or done by accident. Enjoying its quick and painful death to its fullest as he enjoys others death. He never truly understood the purpose of life and why things feel pain. His own body couldn't feel pain or feel anything at all. All he could feel is the joy of someone's treacherous death, and the joy of tearing another's entrails out with his runes gauntlets.

A green glow came off of the now awoken armour that was seeking his own purpose in this desolant world, awaiting what was to come.
(Is this good enough or? And is this ready to start now?)

(or... Umm yeah)

(I have not forgotten about this, I just need a lot of time to get it done. Once it summer and schools out this shall be rebooted.)

(That's fine I hate to say it but school and finals has been kicking me, but after it is done it will be easier.)

(Same here, really good to see someone respond so quickly though.