Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5583506-20151102225124

"Then go ahead, son of Dagon. Kill them all if you wish and if it pleases you. I will allow it. My servants are ready to do my bidding. If I were to tell them that it would please me to see them all dead, they would take their own lives with but a smile on their face... And this temple?"

The voice scoffed.

"My temple isn't here, little mortal. My temple exists within your very mind. Every night when you writhe in your sleep, troubled by horrors of memories since long gone by, I am there. I am present. It is my voice that whispers in your ear when you awaken all sweaty and in doubt, wondering if all those visions you experienced was all but a fiction of your own mind... or whether there was someone else pulling the strings. When you climax and wakes up with but a smal wet spot between your legs, having dreamt of unspeakable lovemaking and passion to the woman of your dreams, you are worshipping the sights I show you. When night falls everone worships Vaermina, puny mortal. Your threats have no affect on me."