Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170914174248/@comment-24510587-20170914224940

It was still hard to peer through a slit barely half a centimetre wide, but Lott could see enough. Seris was, technically speaking, not wrong. His face was indeed gone.

His helmet was occupied by a dilapidated skull, slumped against the walls of the helmet. It was held in place by an incredibly old skullcap, mouldy from three centuries of decomposure. Lott was looking at the remains of Sir Seris I Theronian of Anvil.

"What do you see?" Asked Seris... or whatever entity was under the impression that it was Seris.