Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190402000855/@comment-7262318-20190402215132

"And that's the problem," Dalacon nodded. "10 years ago, almost every man and woman standing up here set foot on the island. It was home to numerous horros, monsters, and other sights that haunt me to this day..."

Dalacon produced a bottle from underneath the podium, uncorking it and dumping its contents on the floor. "Allow me to demonstrate..."

A pile of black sludge slowly fell out of the bottle, squishing against the floor and slowly spreading across the tiled surface. "The stories of Nightloom say that the Dominion created a vile substance, semi-concious, that turned mortal men into the most diabolical creatures.... The Empire says it is a myth. A hoax. A lie..."

The black goo on the floor moved. Not like most liquids would move, however, it seemed to roll around and shift around on its own. A low hissing noise was emitted from it as it rose off the ground.