Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170320003930

Voices fill your heads - leering, whispering, hissing voices that taunt and jeer at you. Their cackling is an overwhelming cacophony - faces forming in the pools of blood as your souls are pulled and clawed at by dozens of otherworldly entities. There is no bird, just a hideous wall of deafening noise that seems to be inescapable, and only grows louder as the doors fly open. Cain, eyes blazing, inspects the room with a quizzical look before shrugging his shoulders, "I see you like to party!"

Something brushes past him - a tall, slender limbed figure that towers above all of you - it's head marked by horn-like antenna. It's face is a blank screen that quickly captures all of you in its sight, the thing scanning the room. It looks to Cain and points at Varen, it's screen flashing with lines of green code and runic symbols,

"I know but he's quite-"

It shakes its head and points at him again with a long, black digit. Cain rolls his eyes and walks over to Varen, offering a clawed hand, "Well buddy, it's time to get dressed. We've got another party waiting for you, though not as," he looks around the room, "...this."