Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-29194274-20180410051403/@comment-29194274-20180412194757

"How about some more?" Nyarlathotep would double over in more agony then he ever would have thought was possibly. He was literally being torn apart to the others, all while Feslea's hands glow with a wicked purple magic, a sick, twisted grin on her face.

It is at this moment that my villains realise exactly what they're in store for.