Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170303210011

Cyndwella flips her hands open and smiles wide, doing a little skip in the air and rolling her eyes. "Oh, well why didn't you just say so? Sure, I'd love to see your mansion!  I'm sure it's huge and luxurious and full of delights that I can't begin to comprehend!  I'll have your beautiful servants cater to my every whim!"

"HRRRAGH!" She swings her arm and a huge gout of blue flame spurts into the air. Marcus can feel the heatwave come close.

"How stupid do you think I AM?!" She shouts. "Oh sure, I leave, and your buddies come in and reave the place?? Of course you know my name!  Anybody can go and look up old death records in some library!  I swear, every day some half-asses adventurer with an axe to grind hears about Zombies and decides he's going to go off and kill them and rob their graves, all just to prove how much of a douche he is!  I'm SICK of it!!"

"Please, mistress, I just want to hold you again..." Hex squeaks.

"Stop calling me that!" Cyndwella snaps. "Call me that one more time and I'll roast you alive!"

"Better that than living without you..." Hex begins to cry.

"Awww, don't cry, little bat girl that smell like pie!  Me be your friend!" One of the Zombies says.

"I'm not a bat girl!!" Hex says, balling up her little fists.

"What is WITH you people?" Cyndwella looks back and forth between Hound and Hex incredulously.