Story: Inception

[blindmachine]

- 8 months prior to the present -

“Do come in, my dear man,” Anthony Olin’s voice dripping as darkly as his black teeth. “I have prepared beverages for our little chat, would you care to partake?”

Montgomery Pyre surveyed the room. It was sparse enough in its opulence; curtains hung mockingly over absent windows, framed silhouettes of native Tirisfal

Comments

[ironhat]

>:O

[blindmachine]

>:D

[mulgorelion]

I am anxious to see this in action. Where do we go from here? And like I said earlier, you are on a roll!