Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190405142304

".. yes. I'm sorry if I had drawn you to this place of gloom. Hopefully you will become more comfortable here as the time passes."

Egress pulls up a blank text pad that she passes her hand on. Instantly, symbols come to life and several details appear in front of everyone. A woman who seemed... sort of bound inside an iron-maiden-esque coffin prison. A black room  armed to the teeth with magic-cannons - 10 of them each in the left and right direction. Cameras on every corner of the area. Facts about the woman written in Ozian and Sindar language - language of the Fae.

And what can be heard inside is a growing laugh. Maniacal. Dangerous. And then... a poem. In wispy female voice.

... Have you ever heard 

''Of the Hanged Quin of Agraba? ''

''The Quin of Paranoia? ''

The other twin to the Velvetin

If bonding with thine Scarlet King 

Forges the bond to all thee kin 

''The die is cast, to with the Hanged Quin. ''

For when the moon dies and weeps 

The land of black with begin to sleep 

And so will the land that magic seeps....

"The one in question is Jalken  Kanaida." Egress looks at her guests. "A Hanged King. Or as a Mamono... The Hanged Quin."