Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180110211717

(S9)

Jorge sits at the end of a large dinner table surrounded by all his friends and family. They were all back in Whitemarch celebrating his birthday and having a generally great time. The whole home was filled with joy and chatter as a warm fuzzy feeling hung in the air. Ne'zon and Ka'tra sat at his sides while Aabi and R'hun brought in a large roasted boar. He looked around the room and smiled as Marcus's children played at the table and made faces at Aegis who returned them in kind. Thomas, Regina, Ferra and Aurum all talked with Imperia while Tirush and her daughter hungrily gazed at the hunk of roasted meat carried before them.

Behind them came the cake pulled forth by an unseen force. Jeiel being his mischievous self tries to stick his finger in the icing but a tentacle spews out and hits his hand away. Jorge had never felt so elated to be the center of attention. All these people came to celebrate him of all things! Even the enigmatic Armata and Vivictus came party hats and all. From the group someone proposed a toast and every one raised the glasses in unison, waiting fo the host, the guest of honor to do the same.

"Ohhh why not!"

Jorge raised his glass and then drank deep downing it all in one go and gagged at the bitter taste that started to overcome him. He looked up at the party guests as they laughed and cheered and melted away into the shadows. Jorge flailed his arms and fell into the void before waking up in a blind stupor coughkng and wheezing as his vision slowly came back.