Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181011112613/@comment-7262318-20181026234152

"Vordel" Or the 4-armed, jagged-toothed, muscled-up monster that was currently borrowing the boy at the moment, was pinning some small man to the wall. The man was in purple and black robes, with a hood that has some sort of skull-like paint on it.

"You thought your little spell would hold me?" The monster grinned, showing off his impressively large array of razor-sharp pinchers. "Have you ever pondered what it would feel like to be chewed up, swallowed up, and have your bones spit back out?"

"Please!" Knightmare croaked, struggling in the monster's grip. "I don't want to die!"

"And I want breakfast."  Vordel laughed. His tongue snaked it's way out of his mouth and ran across Knightmare's face, forcing the breton to scream.