Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170406234124

"Regret is the tapestry from which we weave the mantle of My Lord's everlasting glory," Astrid says. "Its bittersweet song is known to us well. Know then that if you stand against me, you stand against the Black Hand of the Saint Himself.  Should you continue to deny me, you risk the pleasure of His presence, and He is not so merciful as I."

"Samia, don’t get involved," Cyndwella growls, her tines flailing. "Astrid is second only to Victivius himself. She'll kill half of everyone here before you even know she's done anything.  This is between me and her..."

"Indeed."

Astrid points her scythe at Cyndwella. "Make your choice, while the choice is still yours to make..."