Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160304040159

The scent of sex wracked at DM's nostrils.. he waved it away as though it were the reek of flatulence.. trying to take a deep breath.

''"Egads.. even in my travels through Demon Realms.. the scent's never been this bad." ''He looked around.. everything seemed peaceful enough.. but war could ruin that so easily. He turned to Armstrong and Tasha.. but wait, where was Moor Dread? ''"Oh shindig on a stick.. did I lose that wispy bastard? Moor Dread? Moor Dread! Where are you?" ''