to the altar of a death god debating which ear you should sacrifice to escape your bonds. That was probably a nicer place to be than in that conversation.
The lord is sitting in his chair, not engaging with the guests but rather observing the feast like a bird of prey waiting to
The lord is sitting in his chair, not engaging with the guests but rather observing the feast like a bird of prey waiting to
swoop down on an unsuspecting creature.
Your gazes meet for a second, he gives a polite little nod of acknowledgement and looks past you. You're not sure if his knowing you exist is a good thing.
Your companions have stopped talking,
You turn your focus back to them in case you
Your gazes meet for a second, he gives a polite little nod of acknowledgement and looks past you. You're not sure if his knowing you exist is a good thing.
Your companions have stopped talking,
You turn your focus back to them in case you
missed a question.
"Brachus?" says Sir Thorns
"No" says Father Tree "Breeki, perhaps?"
"No she's one of ours"
They go quiet again, momentarily lost in thought.
"Bauhaus!"
"No, not a thing yet"
Sir Thorns turns to you
"Surely you know the mortals god of feasts and festivals?"
"Brachus?" says Sir Thorns
"No" says Father Tree "Breeki, perhaps?"
"No she's one of ours"
They go quiet again, momentarily lost in thought.
"Bauhaus!"
"No, not a thing yet"
Sir Thorns turns to you
"Surely you know the mortals god of feasts and festivals?"
Damn a tie! No bad outcomes so I'll come up with something...
New one is up. This one went for a wander on me :) Party hard friends :)
