“Oh well. Can’t say you weren’t warned.”
Pulls out her bow and fires a shot at the Sandy corner shattering the glass.
Oooops was that there for a reason.
Salkeen the warchief we need but he would probably see mortals as a waste of time lol
I have a plan! I’ll bake a batch of cookies filled with the souls of mortal babies, demons love the taste.
We’ll be best friends in no time.
“Most likely, he will want YOUR soul too.”
/wicked grin
Oh no, my soul is much too gamy and stringy. Not enough fat there to satisfy him.
“He wants all the souls he can get. He don’t care the condition, he’ll find a use for it.”
Well… alright. Just make sure he promises to look after my cats when I’m gone.
“He has to feed his demon pets SOMETHING. Just better hope he likes cats alive.”
Only a truly evil, vile, and immoral ruffian doesn’t love cats! Oh. Oh no…
“NOW you are starting to understand just WHAT you are dealing with.”
Just toss a talking skull at him, it’s like his kryponite.
Hmm. Okay, I’ll go ask Mylune to borrow one of hers. She’s has lots to spare.
Thanks lass, I was gonna stay in there til the elves left. No need risking my life to fight any battle here.
That one with the horns and his dark bride don’t play around. Just pray they don’t come back with more fury!
The Lounge is a Neutral zone though, even he can’t disobey a divine edict. Still…
[Goes and gets a talking skull, you know? Just to be safe.]
Wise choice lad. That horned one, he doesn’t really consider anything but himself divine. The WET lounge was once subject to some action from those two.
Pours us each a shot of liquid death. no need to fear the winged bat. It isn’t wings of flame that keep him flying, but all the hot air in his swollen head.
“Yes, 911? I just witnessed a third degree burn…”
Falls off of the barstool laughing
Liquid death cause we just saw a burning death! As for other prodding of a demon, it’s late in the morning for me! I’m off to the hearth bed!