Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160831222416

Back in the castle, Asja's  attention is suddenly jerked towards the veranda. She listens intently for a moment, then quickly heads for the open doors and pauses, turning back and addressing the group.

"We have to leave immediately, and find the others on the way.  The Regent is returning." She leads the way out...

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Hound, Praetor  and Rhun listen. Hound can hear it, the sound of a thousand feet, the hush of silken wingbeats...

The group ducks as an enormous shadow flies right over them. It turns in the air before settling as a malleable shadow, a pair of wings rising from the black mist. A voice, dark and smoky, calls out to them. The hair on the back of Praetor's neck stands on end...

"And I was so hoping that I would again hear the sweet cadence of the Chaos Language upon your return to the city.  Rhun, you should consider leaving your...master.  He is not worth your time, much less your love."

Lady Adelaide steps from the tendrils of black smoke, stroking the head of an enormous Hellhound. 

"Or perhaps you both seek a better place in this new, old world.  Beautiful,  isn't it, Jorge?  Perfect madness reigns, waiting only for a strong hand to take it..." she smiles at him.