Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26517142-20160906190945

Ersha Clawforth. Nunnaly. Ansherine Ravancell. Cybele Sitkar. Blances.

The Paths plus Blances were twitching in fury. Their eyes were ablaze. The entire event that which transpired had given them trauma. The fesr of losing their own selves... Their husband..

"You have some gall coming back here,  Mindflayer.  " Ersha bellows as she swings her spear -Dharmuid. The other Mamonos tense themselves in counter against the Braindriver, the Abomination. The orchestrator of the Crucible.

"True.  I've always loathed you Paths.  That thought alone makes me want to torment you all the more.. And that blasted Strider.. " Alcamarie muses. "He wa supposed to end up mine..  Pity he's about to find himself in an absoulte wreck of things when this is all over..."

"That won't happen." Cybele hisses at her. "You may as well give up. Jeiel ain't no quitter. And he won't give up no matter what you have up your sleeves!"

Alcamarie transforms into her sickening, horrific primal origin. Her derelict fanged beak and tentacles oozed energy from the chaotic reaches of the abyss.

"VERY WELL..... " She shrieks into the open air. "KiLL ME IF You DARE,  LOWLIFES!! "