Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160831215055/@comment-26178112-20160909231936

"your funeral, Calthor... Your funeral..."


 * somewhere within the city, a drunken soldier saunters into an alleyway, met with a single rat. He picks it up, being drunk. He proceeds to describe it as "adorable" as it bites into his hand, he feels more bites, like the stabbing of knives, all over his feet.*