Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150907005726

(*Lazarus Grimm grabs the fist and slams it onto the hot plate on his stove.)

The very atmosphere of the cellar didn't seem like it had changed one bit. It was still dark and the very air around them seemed threatful, as if it would come alive to strangle them where they stood. But then there was the stench... The stench of putrifaction... The stench of Marandus... He was still down there... somewhere...