>>36358932
“Somebody was paying her to go after Iptaph?” you fill in. Although, recalling how happy she’d been to cut off Philostrathus’s head and throw it at you, you don’t think she’d need any incentive.

Waldric discerns the incredulity in your voice. “It’s probably a fantasy,” he says, thoughtfully. “But better to see shadows where none are, instead of looking one over.”

“Heh. Yeah,” you say, not really thinking. You’re too busy taking in all the weird sculptures that decorate the hallway. There’s one of a pathetic, wretched creature with spindly legs, and another one made of marble of a hand forcing its way out of a stone block. You’ve never been in this part of the house before, and the sparse lighting makes it seem as if you’re going somewhere you’re not supposed to go. As you go, you notice that strange, delicate aroma growing ever stronger.

Then Waldric turns and pushes open a set of doors. Light spills into the hallway, and you follow him into momentary brightness. You notice the scent more potent here than anywhere else.

Once your eyes adjust, you find you’re in the greenhouse, filled to the ceiling with strange and exotic plants. The scent of life is thick around you, and you can feel the presence of the flora, oddly alien to you – a feeling like no other park or forest you’ve been in.

>>36358942

The smell of… what is it? Chocolate? Black licorice? Velvet? You can’t really reconcile it with anything you’ve experienced before. Whatever it is, it fills the air, and draws you past gangly vines and spade-like leaves to the very source.

The sides of the greenhouse and covered in them. Flowers. Soft, feathery flowers on fragile, spindly stems, with springy fishhook-like petals randomly sprouting out in all directions. The petals start mid-way up the stem and overlap one another all the way to the top, where they cork-screw outwards in spirally blooms. They’re an exquisite shade of black, with little white dots speckled star-like all over the place.

>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?
>Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing.
>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.
>Stop being distracted by plants and go over to the demon.
>Other (?)

>>36358964
>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.

>>36358964
>>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?
>>Stop being distracted by plants and go over to the demon.

>>36358964
>>Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing.
Let's not touch poisonus hellflowers

>>36358964
>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?

>>36358964
>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.
Maybe we should try gardening. It's a pretty good way to calm down.

thank you for running tonight languid. I needed this distraction. also FUCK YEAH, HELLBORN QUEST

>>36358964
>>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?

>>36358964
>Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing.

>>36358964
>Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing.

>Form of the Unseen: Sierra always knows whether or not she is being observed. When unobserved, Sierra is not strictly bound to spatial dimensions. She may double her movement at a very light PP cost, provided that nothing can see her. This effect does not apply to motorized vehicles or mounts. [VE]

When did we get that?

>>36358964
>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?
>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.

>>36359216
Lawngod gave it to us during our last level up.

>>36359216
Got that for being super sneaky.

>>36358964
>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?

>>36358964
>Hey Waldo, what kind of flowers are these?
>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.

And be ready to evaluate Orias for hotness.

>>36358964
Aquire starflower

>>36358932
Maybe I'm just a suspicious guy, but it seems like an awful big co-incidence that Satt randomly showed up to do the demon hunter thing at the same place and time that we were secretly killing somebody for Waldric.

Anybody else have this feeling?

>>36358964


>Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing

>>36358964
>>Acquire star-flower for reasons. Maybe to keep your goblin mushroom company.

The lawn is strong this thread...

>>36358964
>Other?
When you have a moment to yourself, ask the shadows about Satt's possible involvement at the warehouse

>>36360874
I think we'd have to ask the shadows at the warehouse. They're the ones that saw.

>>36360872
WHERE IS YOUR LAWN GOD NOW?!

“Well aren’t you just a pretty little flower person thing,” you tell the tallest flower of the bunch, oddly delighted by the fragility of these swindle-skiwampers. (-2 Stress: 42/100) You lean over the blooms to get a closer look.

Waldric walks over. “I didn’t know you like flowers,” he says, obviously entertained.

“Well I don’t,” you say. “But I didn’t know they made flowers like this – I mean, they’re like, right out of Dr. Seuss or something. What kind of flowers are these?” you ask. You were not aware flowers could be cool, or make you want to eat them for some reason. (-1 Stress: 41/100) Though they probably don’t taste as good as they smell.

A particular soft kind of feeling that makes you want to gag radiates from Waldric. “They’re maviels,” he says.

“Hey, that’s like… Oh, right,” you say. Moriah did say her sister was named after flowers or whatever. And since you’re sure you would have been informed of flowers such as these if people’d known about them, people probably don’t know about them. “They like, hell flowers or something?”

“They grow all up and down the Eplos coastline, in Hel’drath,” Waldric says.

“I don’t know where that is,” you say blandly. You look again at the swindle-skiwampers. “But… I’m just going to just… kind of…” you reach out and touch the flower. The petals are surprisingly firm, and have an intriguing waxy texture. (-2 Stress: 39/100)

Yep, you need one.

>>36361042


Gingerly, you snap the flower’s neck and come away with the good part, spinning it around between your forefinger and thumb. Yes. (-3 Stress: 36/100)

Waldric winces inwardly at the sight. He looks elsewhere, through the foiliage. “There he is,” he says, just to say something, and walks off. You follow him through the greenhouse, noting with renewed interest all the freaky plant guys everywhere. Are they all Hel’drath plants, or are some of them from other places? Like, as in, not from Hel’drath. Mysteries abound.

You see two sillouettes through the leaves and vines before you can identify anything more. However, you can make out the scent of Moriah’s eye-shadow on the air, so one is probably her. The other smell you smell is kind of a peppery, open airsy kind of scent.

You make out their conversation before you run into them.

“-favorite. She got this one as a cut-branch when she was my age,” Moriah says.

An even, firm voice replies. “Look how it grows, all bent up like that,” says the voice, curiously. “It doesn’t like the air here.”

“She thought it would die for years, but it never did.”

You come round the corner with Waldric, and happen upon Moriah and, supposedly, Orias. Moriah’s showing Waldric’s second cousin or whatever a stout little wood shrub thing in a firm ceramic pot.

>>36360995
Right here >>36361042

>>36361070

The bone-white shrub grows out its limbs at curious, sharp angles to one another. Moriah doesn’t have any glamors on her, and her arm-length gloves and violet tank-top make her seem particularly thin.

Orias stands with a contemplative expression as he regards the plant, opposite to Moriah. The man bears only a fleeting resemblance to Waldric.

He has jet-black hair, slightly curly, and his eyes have a slight shimmer of silver to them. There’s a strange distance in his eyes, as if what he’s looking at is far away. Paying more attention, you sense a certain restraint from him, both emotionally and physically. But whatever that’s all about, he has a refined kind of thoughtful air to him.

He wears a kind of suit that doesn’t quite look like any kind of suit you’ve seen. There’s a short inner jacket with a weird vest kind of deal, and a long outer coat, and high boots that look like something you’d seen on somebody who rides horses. His clothes are made of study fabric of some kind or another, while the boots have a bluish, scaly texture.

Waldric clears his throat, and Moriah and Orias turn around.

>>36361101
>There’s a short inner jacket with a weird vest kind of deal, and a long outer coat, and high boots that look like something you’d seen on somebody who rides horses. His clothes are made of study fabric of some kind or another, while the boots have a bluish, scaly texture.


Please don't be gay

>>36361101


“Hello,” Moriah says, her eyes showing a slight smile to you.

You give her a lopsided smile in return, still twirling your star-flower in hand.

Orias looks at you and Waldirc, completely still. He has a distant look in his eyes.

“This is Orias, third born of House Vincain,” says Waldric, presenting him to you with a gesture. “Also my cousin, on my father’s side.”

The introduced cousin watches you with curiosity.

You spin your flower in hand without thinking.

>Uh.
>Let Waldric introduce you.
>Nice boots.
>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.
>Hi, I'm Sierra. I'm like. On the Conclave or whatever?
> Moriah’s giving you the grand tour, huh? Why didn’t I get the grand tour?
>Shake hands.
>Give flower as a joke.
>Other (?)

>>36361136
>>Let Waldric introduce you.

>>36361136
>Shake hands.

>>36361136
>Let Waldric introduce you.

>>36361136
>>Shake hands.

>>36361136
>Let Waldric introduce you.

>>36361136
>Nice boots.
>Hi, I'm Sierra. lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.
> Moriah’s giving you the grand tour, huh? Why didn’t I get the grand tour?
>Shake hands.

>>36361136
>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.
>Shake hands.
>Nice boots.

It's our flower now. No one else's. Let's find more plants to hoard later.

>>36361136
>>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.

>>36361136
>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.
>But you can call me Sierra, y'know like a normal person would.
>Shake hands.

>Nice boots.
>Hunt them down yourself?

>>36361136
>Shake hands.
>Hi, I'm Sierra. I'm like. On the Conclave or whatever?

>>36361215
Our closet will be the best garden ever

>>36361136
Damn we need one of these plants. It chilled her right the fuck out.

>>36361136
>>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.

>>36361136
>I’m Sakheris, lawful Imperaite and like, heir of to the Chthonian throne and all that jazz.
>Give flower as a joke.

We can always take another one. Thread it through his suit lapel or something like that. Their scents seem like they'd be nice together.

So am I the only one concerned that giving one of these hellflowers is considered an expression of affection and courship? Do we really want to be related to Waldo through his cousin?

>>36361480
Orias seems too much of a pretty boy so far.

>>36361136
>Let Waldric introduce you.
Don't give him the flower. Our flower.

>>36361136
>Let Waldric introduce you.

>>36361480
It might be, but I doubt he'd take it too seriously and he's cute anyways. And Waldric and Orias being related isn't a big deal.

>>36361508
He's disciplined, and probably has a lot of restrained violence beneath the pretty surface.

>>36361136
>Other?
Give your flower a nibble. Just a small one.

We are Sakheris. We do not pursue a man unless it is to kill him.

WE are the one to be pursued.

>>36361865
*Cough*Wolfgang*Cough*

>>36361906
We don't like to talk about that.

>>36361920
kek

>>36361906
WE WERE DRUNK

SHUT UP

You’re not sure really of the social protocol for introductions and stuff, but it seems to you that the Imperiate is the kind of person that’d just introduce themselves. Because you are the Imperiate. You gingerly slip the maviel into your pocket for safekeeping. “I am Sakheris, spawn of Corithis, heir to the Chthoninan throne, lawful Imperiate, all that jazz,” you list off. “You know. I’m like. On the Conclave and stuff. But call me Sierra, because that’s pretty much what I go by these days?” You offer him a hand in greeting.

Orias clenches his jaw for a second at the gesture. Then with a deliberate action, he reaches out and takes your hand in one of his, and bows deeply. There’s a cold shock when he touches you, and you feel a perhaps unintentional flow of power from you to him (-1 PP: 32/33). “I thank you for your consideration and patience,” he says evenly.

But the unexpected motion coupled with the shock thing throws you for a loop, and you reflexively yank your hand back to yourself. (+2 Stress: 38/100) You work your claws for a second and grit your teeth involuntarily.

Orias clenches his hand into a fist and immediately puts it behind him to hide it from you, but you catch the faintest trace of blood in the air and on the tips of your claws.

A feeling of uncomfortable tension fills the air, Moriah looking worried and Waldric giving Orias a malign look. Orias inclines his head again, though a little too quickly, and says nothing.

>>36361920
we should probably talk to him about that. say sorry and such.

>>36362601
“So,” you manage, trying to salvage something from all this. You notice his boots again, bluish-black and bescaled. “Hunt those yourself?” you venture, seizing on an avenue out of awkward territory.

“Yes,” Orias says, giving a strained smile. “Not one of House Vincain’s traditional vices, but one I judged worthy of the collection.”

You can’t tell if he’s serious or not.

The voice of Mr. Crowther interrupts further conversation. “Waldric, there is a courier here for you. Moriah – please see that our guests are out of the way.”

Waldric looks annoyed. “Excuse me,” he says. He bows out of the conversation and leaves suddenly.

Moriah sighs and waves her hands briefly over her face, building upon it layers of fake-muscle and then her fake human face. “You’ve talked with Xath and Xan?” she asks, looking to you.

You nod. “They shouldn’t do anything stupid,” you say.

Moriah takes heart in this, and with a purpose in her step, follows Waldric out.

You take a deep breath. So much stuff going on. (+1 Stress: 39/100)

Meanwhile, Orias makes a point of finding the little white angular shrub thing interesting.

>How about that shrub.
>Heh. Whoops. The uh. Kind of surprised me.
>Is it bad? You’re not still bleeding, are you?
>I’d better... help Moriah with stuff.
>How was the trip? To here. From… there?
>So. You're a hunter? Because I hunt stuff sometimes.
>They don't have handshakes in... Beleroth, is it?
>Other (?)

Well this is awkward. I expected another ham person like Waldo was. Not... whatever the hell this guy is.

>>36362642
>Heh. Whoops. The uh. Kind of surprised me.
>How about that shrub.

So.. shrubs.. you into lawn care?

>>36362642
>Heh. Whoops. The uh. Kind of surprised me.
>Is it bad? You’re not still bleeding, are you?
>How was the trip? To here. From… there?
>So. You're a hunter? Because I hunt stuff sometimes.
>They don't have handshakes in... Beleroth, is it?
>How about that shrub.

>>36362642
>>Heh. Whoops. The uh. Kind of surprised me.
>>Is it bad? You’re not still bleeding, are you?
>>How about that shrub.
Well this is kind of awkward...

>>36362642
>How about that shrub.
>I’d better... help Moriah with stuff.

>>36362642
>>So. You're a hunter? Because I hunt stuff sometimes.

>>36362888
We hunt, like, deer. He hunts hell thingies. We're just gonna look like a punkass bitch.

>>36362642
>They don't have handshakes in... Beleroth, is it?

He sapped us, we cut him. Both likely unintentional, and also a fair exchange. We have nothing to apologize for, and neither does he.

>So. You're a hunter? Because I hunt stuff sometimes.

>>36362642
Sorry, never been on the resiving end of that before, didn't do to much damage did I?

>>36362642
>They don't have handshakes in... Beleroth, is it?

>>36362905
>He hunts hell thingies.

And we hunt demons that make bad decisions.

>>36362642
"So...uh...what did you kill to get those boots?

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>>36362689
He reminds me of someone like Togane

>>36362642
>Lick the little bit of blood off our claws while Orias isn't looking.

>Heh. Whoops. The uh. Kind of surprised me.
>They don't have handshakes in... Beleroth, is it?
>So. You're a hunter? Because I hunt stuff sometimes.

Also, try and figure out his HP and PP pools, its handy information to have.

>>36362642
>Lick the little bit of blood off our claws while Orias isn't looking.

You stand next to Orias and also make a point of finding the weird white plant interesting. “How about that shrub,” you say.

He ponders the plant for a moment longer. “It is a very… particular shrub,” agrees Orias.

You snort at the comment. “Eh heh. The uh. Sorry about the thing, by the way,” you say, absently wiping your claws on your jeans out of sight. “Surprises and all that are kind of, you know.”

“Yes,” he says, frowning.

Huh. Not much of a talker. Maybe it’s the subject. “So you’re a hunter?” you say. “Because you know, I hunt stuff sometimes.”

He glances over at you, briefly. “Is that so?” he asks, making an attempt to consider the tangled vines hanging down the wall. He closes his eyes briefly, as if concentrating on something, and turns around to actually look at you. “It’s… what type of game do you hunt?”

“Well. Mostly deer,” you say, feeling kind of lame. He probably hunts hell spawn crazy stuff.

“Ah. Deer. Of course,” he says.

You get the feeling Orias doesn’t have a clue what a deer is.

>Enlighten him.
>Boast.
>What do you hunt?
>Change topic.
>Other (?)

>>36363495
>Enlighten him.
>What do you hunt?

>>36363495
>What do you hunt?

>>36363495
>Enlighten him.
>What do you hunt?

>>36363495
>Enlighten him.

>>36363495
>>Enlighten him.
>>What do you hunt?

>>36363495
>Enlighten him.

Tell him about Reeber and hunting with him while we're at it. We might be able to use Hellhounds to find common ground, though it'd be nicer if we had the Reebs here with us.

>What do you hunt?

>>36363495
>Other
"Well, its been swell talking to you."
Leave and see what everyone ekse is doing.

Orias is a spaghettimancer. We're doomed.

You smile at the thought of making up some random crap for what deer are, but you figure he’d figure it out later, and you’re not sure how he’d react. “Deer aren’t that cool,” you explain. “They’re like. They run fast and have horns sometimes, but they just eat grass. They’re finicky and have way good hearing and stuff, but the worst they do is run away.”

The explanation seems to interest Orias. “How many shots do they take before going down?” he asks.

“Usually one if you hit them in the right place, I guess,” you say. “I mean, I don’t really shoot deer, I kind of just, I don’t know, sneak up on them and claw them to death.”

“There aren’t many naturalist hunters outside Inferia,” says Orias. “Ranthix, the Thultal – did he teach you to hunt like this?”

“Well no, I mean. I kind of just wanted to kill stuff, so I kind of just went and killed stuff.”

This gives him a moment’s pause. He smiles, briefly. “I usually hear that as an argument against hunting,” he says.

“Well that’s boring,” you say. “What kind of stuff do you go prowling for, anyway? Like those boots.” you indicate his footwear. “What did they used to be?”

>>36364596

“A basilisk,” says Orias.

“A basilisk?” That sounds pretty freaking awesome.

He gets the look as if remembering a distant but pleasant memory. “I was tracking something else at the time,” he says. “Right now, given other circumstances, you’d be asking a basilisk where he got his demon-skin boots.”

You see what he did there. “I’m thinking a basilisk has a little bit more on him than a pair of boot’s worth of hide. Why didn’t you make like, a coat or something?” Orias could have made a couch at the very least.

“I needed new boots,” he says, after considering the question. “I sold the rest.”

Well, that’s as good a reason as any.

>Hey, if you’re like, nervous or something, don’t be.
>So where’s Waldric going to stash you and the Inferni?
>Do you actually look like this, or are you working on your fake human skills?
>Are you looking forward to living it up with mortals and all that?
>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)
>Well, good luck with your shrubs. (Go see if Moriah needs help)
>Other (?)

>>36364613
Do you actually look like this?

>>36364613
>So where’s Waldric going to stash you and the Inferni?

>>36364613
>>So where’s Waldric going to stash you and the Inferni?
>>Are you looking forward to living it up with mortals and all that?

>>36364613
>Do you actually look like this, or are you working on your fake human skills?
>Are you looking forward to living it up with mortals and all that?
>So where’s Waldric going to stash you and the Inferni?
>How is your sex life
>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)

>>36364613
>Do you actually look like this, or are you working on your fake human skills?
>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)

>>36364613
>Hey, if you’re like, nervous or something, don’t be.
>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)
>Are you looking forward to living it up with mortals and all that?

>>36364613
>>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)

>>36364596
>“I usually hear that as an argument against hunting,”
That honestly surprises me. I didn't expect there to be anti-hunting hippy demons down in hell.

>>36364613
>Are you looking forward to living it up with mortals and all that?

>>36364613
>Hey, if you’re like, nervous or something, don’t be.
>Mention hunting dogs (and Reeber)
Combine the fake human skills and the living with mortal ones in the same thing, and maybe ask if he wants a tour of the city sometime.

>>36364887
Depends on the demons I guess. I wonder what effects mortal culture has had on Hel'Drath, and vice versa.

lawn

>>36364613
I kinda don't want to ask him about his real appearance, I get the impression with the whole restraint aura that he's trying pretty hard to seem human.
But hunting dogs and life among humans is good convo, maybe whist walking back to find the rest of Moriah and the others.

You lean against a planter box and fold your arms. “So long as we’re talking about hunting, you use dogs or anything like that? Because I have this Royal Hellhound that’s pretty chill.”

“Where do you keep him?” asks Orias.

“I don’t know. My house?” you say. “He’s kind of turned into the family pet somehow.”

“Is it much work, keeping a glamor on a Royal? I don’t see how you could keep him in the city otherwise.”

“Yeah he’s got a glamor I guess,” you say. “I don’t know. His previous owner put a good one on him or something, because Reeber takes care of it himself usually.”

“So he’s a High Royal?”

“What?”

“High Royals can manipulate magic,” Orias explains. “They’re a new breed. I only heard about them a year ago on a visit to Sartalcu.”

“Huh,” you say. You file that information away for later. “That’s kind of cool actually. You have dogs then or whatever?”

“No,” he says. “For the game I track, it would be dangerous for the animals and wouldn’t be effective besides.”

“Yeah, I get that.” You look more critically at Orias, and note that for everything but his silvery eyes, he looks pretty… human? “So you’re Belphegoran-slash-Infernus, right?”

“Half of one, half the other.” He pauses, as if replaying what he’d just said in his mind. “That doesn’t sound as good in English as it does Heltic,” he says to nobody in particular.

“Well whether or not it sounds good, I guess you don’t actually look like you do,” you say. “Are you working on your fake human skills?”

>>36366093

“Fake human skills,” Orias says to himself. “Is that slang or… standard usage?”

“Sorry, I’m just – it’s just how I talk,” you say. “It’s like a joke kind of.” Maybe.

Orias narrows his eyes. “Fake human skills,” he mutters, deep in thought. “Sorry. Could you repeat what you said?”

You wouldn’t have a problem doing so, but you kind of forgot exactly what you said. You wing it. “I said, do you look like a human because you’re working on your fake human skills?”

He suppresses a smile. “Sorry, there’s something about the way you say that. But yes,” he gestures to himself, “this is my glamor. Deletrius coached me through it after we arrived.”

“Feel weird?” you ask.

“Off balance,” Orias says, a twinge of annoyance touching his face. “I’m trying to get used to it before we leave.”

“Where’s Waldric holing you guys up? He have somewhere set up already?”

“He’ll have something by tonight. If not, I’ll find an inn or hotel of some kind.”

“You could just stay with Crowther,” you suggest.

“I’d rather not impose further,” Orias replies. “He doesn’t like guests.”

“Yeah, I get that vibe. Well, just so you know, I mean. Mortal realm and all that – lots of cool stuff here,” you say. “I’d be pretty excited in your shoes.”

>>36366105
“Moriah told me half of what I know about the realm is, and I quote, ‘comically inaccurate’.” The twinge of annoyance returns to his face.

“Probably,” you say. You may as well be honest with him. “Anyway. If you want a tour of the city or whatever, I could set you up.”

Orias inclines his head. “I’ll remember the offer, thank you,” he says. He listens for a second to something. “Do you hear that?”

You strain your ears, but hear nothing. “No?”

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” he says, taking a slow breath.

>About the whole mortal realm thing. Don’t stress – if Waldric can do it, you can too.
>Yeah, those blockheads were making a real racket. Did you have to travel with them or anything?
>Sounds too quiet to me. Better see what’s wrong.
>Hey uh. Can I see what you really look like? I don’t get to meet many demons who aren’t trying to kill me.
>By the way, how is your English so flipping good? You use Rosetta Stone or something?
>Other (?)

>>36366123
>>Sounds too quiet to me. Better see what’s wrong.
Pessimism, go!

>>36366123
>About the whole mortal realm thing. Don’t stress – if Waldric can do it, you can too.
>Yeah, those blockheads were making a real racket. Did you have to travel with them or anything?

>>36366123

Okay, I'm calling it quits for the evening. Thanksgiving break dead ahead. I'll try to post on Twitter when I know I can run.

>>36366123
>>Yeah, those blockheads were making a real racket. Did you have to travel with them or anything?
>>By the way, how is your English so flipping good? You use Rosetta Stone or something?
>>About the whole mortal realm thing. Don’t stress – if Waldric can do it, you can too.

>>36366123
>About the whole mortal realm thing. Don’t stress – if Waldric can do it, you can too. It's not easy mind you, hell I've lived here for as long as I can remember and I still find it hard sometimes.
>Yeah, those blockheads were making a real racket. Did you have to travel with them or anything?
>Sounds too quiet to me. Better see what’s wrong.

>>36366167
Thanks for running, boss.

>>36366167
Thanks for running Lawn Guy

>>36366167
Thanks for running Lawnman.

>>36366123
>About the whole mortal realm thing. Don’t stress – if Waldric can do it, you can too.
>Hey uh. Can I see what you really look like? I don’t get to meet many demons who aren’t trying to kill me.
>By the way, how is your English so flipping good? You use Rosetta Stone or something?

I'm liking Orias so far, he will learn to appreciate the Imperiate's improvements to the English language in time.

>>36363016
Both are betrayers.

>>36364578
Underrated post.

>>36366167
Well, thanks for the thread.

>>36366123
Aww. He wasn't trying to be a jerk, he was just having trouble with the glamours like Sierra did. Probably was worse for him since he got the full-body thing all at once instead of just starting with horns.

I like Orias.

>>36366167
Thanks for the tread