Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170405190303

Cyndwella walks slowly down the steps of the landing, past the iron gate of the mansion grounds, Marcus and Kittycut close by. She paces herself, coming within a distance of fifty feet, then stopping. The pause lingers.

"Hello, Astrid," she says.

"Hello, Aunt Cyndwella," Astrid replies in a soft tone. "I'm glad to see that the Dark Father has gifted your afterdeath with an abundance. That is envious."

"It is. I suppose that's part of the reason why you're here." Cyndwella's voice remains calm.

"Alas, it is. You have something that does not belong to you.  You have violated the laws of the Eternal Cycle.  The Blessed One desires its return." Astrid speaks with no hint of malice.

"I...I can't do that, Astrid. I would forget everyone.  Those memories are a part of me."

"Incorrect. They were a part of you, but no longer.  That knowledge could destroy the fabric of this plane of reality."

"But it might not!" Cyndwella says, more forcefully.

Astrid's scythe emerges from the depths of her cloak with a silken metallic sound. She holds it upright, its end resting on the ground.

"Nonetheless, it is a chance we cannot take."