Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170227193800

"To covet another is to lust, Destroyer.  They are one and the same.  Regardless..."

He points past Marcus. "My wife celebrates in her home within the Watch of the Hours, within its pinnacle floor.  There, she holds court to revelry.  Should you desire an audience with her, your time grows short..."

Even as Victivius speaks, Marcus finds himself again on the streets of the Mori. The Clock Tower looms before him. All around its base are gathered the citizens of the Mori, dressed in masques, dancing to music in an enormous celebration. Marcus can tell even from this distance that the party goes all the way to the top of the tower, and its top floor seems to be the peak of the celebration. It would take a very long time to reach the top.

The giant ghost ship circles overhead, firing its cannons in colorful bursts. Suddenly, it slows to a crawl high above him, then stops. There is a metallic clank, and an enormous anchor flies to the ground, smashing into the street, sending up a cloud of debris.

Standing on the anchor, holding onto the huge chain with one hand, is Isabella. On her shoulder is a huge cannon that she holds like a bazooka.

"Well, if it aren't me matey, the Dog o' War!  Avast ye, me hearties, we gots a live one here!" Grinning like a maniac, she aims the huge cannon at Marcus.

-KABOOF-

It goes off, and Marcus is showered with confetti and streamers.

"AAAAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!  ISABELLA BLACKMANE STRIKES AGAIN!   HAR HAR HAR HAR!" She looks at Marcus. "What aches ye, that ye frown so?  Ye look like ye've stepped into a ballroom full o' ghosts, ye do!  Har har har!" The undead pirate laughs at her own joke.