Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180203053830

"I am afraid, Master Markel, that in making such assumptions you prove yourself every bit as naive as those you left behind." Adelaide takes one last puff before putting her cigarette out in an ashtray, speaking as she does so.

"The Lord of the Black Throne does not weave his plots to the betterment of mortalkind. To most people, if they were given a commandment, any commandment, from such a being, the very fiber of their soul would be shivered to its foundation.  For it is the natural capacity of all good people to abhor such exposure, and find its voice the song of wretched despair.  Which, then, leads me to my natural question which I have, I am sorry to say, arrived to at a rather earlier point than I was hoping to."

The gentle humor and amicable twinkle of Adelaide has been stripped away, revealing her at her most prominent. There is a lawyerlike air about her, her words no longer lilting in their friendliness, but falling heavily into place one after the other, gears in the machine that is her singular, immutable presence.

She leans back, her yellow eyes and black sclera fixing onto Markel.

"What sort of man is it who endangers the world by bending to the will of who is arguably the most evil being that has ever existed?"