Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170427160231

The shade of the shadowlands does not let up, using its ink-polluted hands to flip itself up to its feet, throwing two thorned daggers midair at the uninvited guest. Meanwhile, a rattling sound can be heard from behind it, the ugly head of a sentient shackle glaring at the enemy.

Meanwhile, Bentley was already at hands with a tiny doll. Formless but oh so eager to take part in this skirmish. It hung from his finger with a tiny noose, aking to a hangman