Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-26545936-20170509021848

"I'll have you know I regenerate!" Calls a familar gurgling voice from before as the Forest Blight oozes down from a tree.

The two yellow pupil-less eyes of the Mosslord glare up at the slime. "Fetid liquid."

"Rotting wood."

"Leaking vessel."

"Sapless tw-"

"''ENOUGH!" ''The Whisperer's 'voices' yell out, but more really its just a lot of voices whispering togther until it is so many voices that it can't be ignored.

"We have come for a common purpose, to destroy all of civilization, I will not have this alliance be ruined by petty name-calling."

The two grunt, with the Mosslord shruging somewhat indifferently.