Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20180629181727/@comment-34818102-20180706020420

The Cursed Crown slowly set it's metaphorical gaze upon Pierrot. Plots formed in its head and were dismissed in seconds. If only someone more inclined to don him was near! He remembered fondly a hobgoblin he turned into a warlordess and master of sieges a while back.