Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180527230830/@comment-3293219-20180530212420

Nells tapped his nose, prompting Virde to groan aloud.

"Nells, do you realise how much of a psychotic bitch, Nocturnal turns into, when her key is involved? She cursed the Thieves Guild over it! You'll wake up to find Tyranil feasting on your balls! This isn't remotely a good idea!" The Necromancer ranted, throwing his trembling hands down.

"My Lady will protect me, Namira will return to our world in her fullest majesty, her champions will come together and devour those deemed unworthy! Nocturnal cannot stop her, Virde, nobody can!"

"I could, if I gave a shit." Virde sighed, brushing himself off.

"Ditch Namira, send Nocturnal a nice letter of apology and giver her her key back and get a job as a door stop. How you've managed to survive four hundred years, when you're this dead set on self destruction is beyond me."

"A lot of things are beyond you... Reason being one of them." Nells observed, he looked somewhat disappointed.

"You may want to leave."