Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-25808351-20191027144641

@Theater Group: “The Stray it is.” The lights and torches dim in the theater all there own. The mist as well begins to churn across the floor as a man dressed in a gothic yet flamboyant outfit pops up from the mist in the middle of the theater amongst the rows. His most defining aspect is the ridiculous Elizabethan collar around his neck, and the masquerade mask on his face.

“My friends, my friends, I thank you this fine and chilly evening for joining me!” He stands upon the seats to be above the crowd. “I have a story just for you lot! One I hold dear to my dry, cold heart.” The host places a hand on his chest, then shoves his hand through it, pulling out a decrepit brown lump of flesh more akin to a whoopee cushion. He then looks to Lance and Meri and puts his heart in Meri’s hands.

“Hold that for me, my sweet.” He winks to Meri.