Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30071669-20161231054653/@comment-30071669-20170118041940

You come to a clearing in the forest surrounded by ancient trees that form a cathedral like canopy over the clearing. The trees are black and have blood pouring down them. The air is thick with the smell of decay, far thicker than where we just were. There are massive stones, standing upright in a circle. All of them are red and wet. The Gathering of Bloodstones. In the center of this ring, standing atop even more Bloodstones, is a small girl with black hair tied up in twintails. A handsome older man is standing beside her in black robes. “Her ladyship, Marina,” Fool says, gesturing to the young girl.

The young girl, Marina, looks over and sees Pir’e, “Hah! So you did come! Are you impressed? Have you noticed? I grew 2 whole inches since we last met!! Hahahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahahahahahaha! Ohahahahaha- cough, cough! Un, my throat got all dry. . .” she says. The man stares at Isaac for a long moment. Then, “Good to see you. . . Grif.” This man is Death. Marina’s husband and Grif’s mentor.