Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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"Emily darling...is that you?" mumbles Gustave, small bubbles of foam leaking from his lips onto the dusty floor.waysoftheearth wrote: "Hhhhhhell awaaaaaaaits," it hisses in a scorching tongue and cackles to itself with self assurance. "Weeehhyll seeeee you soooooon!"
As he pops the stopper from his flask Ulric observes the statues that seemed to fall away into blackness emerge again from the shadowy alcoves from whence the demon-spawn came. With a grinding thud they shudder into place, pushing a final gout of ash-heavy smoke ahead of them.danhem wrote:Ulric administers aid to Dieter and Pelenwin, giving them water and trying to bandage their wounds. The rune carved on the floor sends his mind racing. As he hits upon an idea, Ulric shouts to the others still fighting across the room.
"Be wary of the floor! There are runes carved there. Stepping on them may be what summon these fiends."
Desmond's eyes roll into the back of his head. Whether it is from the pain of burning claw marks raked across his body or the pain of hearing more of Gustave's theatrics, it is hard to tell.tonneau wrote: "Emily darling...is that you?" mumbles Gustave, small bubbles of foam leaking from his lips onto the dusty floor.