Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20171001025304

Amidst a frozen waste, change occured... attacks were held and vanished. Storms cascaded into cliffs and disappeared to elsewhere. Couples made and couples torn apart, all the while the ever-making land crushed upon itself and be remade anew.

In the center of this realm, beneath bubbling oozing energy, sitting, or perhaps slacking on a rotting throne, a sickly pale hand engorged with blackened veins slowly lifts up in sorrow... before going limp.

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Ah there it is, the crowning jewel of Oz, the Emerald City, though neither its finest shops or homes where what K'eth was looking for today, no, no...

He had a invitation to bring, to this leader, this king... this holder of many wives. Descending upon the steps leading up to the castle, his form would change quickly, those sighting him before forgetting his previous form as he turned into that of a lowly messenger.

Let through eventually the paper work or such things gratting to his nerves, the messenger walks into the palace like he was king himself, before slouching in posture and his general direction changed to where he thought most likely that held Jeiel at the current moment.

Probably fucking... if he had to guess.

(Well, I assume it to be your turn, Jeiel?) 