Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190504064544

Ophelia is still zoning out. In the recesses of her mind... vacant images began to pop out. All of them, dyed in a red that she couldn't tell if it were mere color..or blood.

A frozen image, shattered. A crown, falling. Hands dripping in a pool of crimson. A mass of gigantic eyes staring at Ophelia... and a clown before three queens.

Wait.... three?

The hooded figure laughs again. It walks forward, the sound of..hooves clattering in its approach. "THE Isaac Kifer ...how grand. Facing you is a real treat." She pull up a staff bearing two wings on its very tip - as she faces it before the group, each wing generates an eye -- and a blast of energy hits the area.

Immediately as this happen, a wave of psionic energy channels into everyone's heads, sending them reeling with headache after headache.

"GIVE UP THE QUEEN. AND GIVE US THE CLOWN!!"