Wanted: Court Wizard Amoss

[TavernLich 324]

Luthar huffs, brining his skeletal figure down upon the poster, a look of annoyance plastered across his skull. Running his fingers through his rotten flash, the Lich hastily writes down a notice, "I, Luthar, shall slay this rat. His weak hold over Magic is no comparison to mine... Consider the mongrel dead..."

[InfamousGerman 1553]

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[Mephistophelian 977]

Luthar huffs, brining his skeletal figure down upon the poster, a look of annoyance plastered across his skull. Running his fingers through his rotten flash, the Lich hastily writes down a notice, "I, Luthar, shall slay this rat. His weak hold over Magic is no comparison to mine... Consider the mongrel dead..."

 

Out of nowhere, a hand appears from behind the lich, slapping him across the face. An awkward silence follows.

 

"I didn't have a reason this time, I just like slapping you."

[TavernLich 324]

The Lich sighs, his hand trailing back before it would be sent towards Lorien's face, the skeletal crackle of bones reverberating throughout the area as the Lich simply turns back. An awkward silence follows.

"You aren't a necromancer, know your place."

[Mephistophelian 977]

There is no Lorien. There is just air. Air does not like getting slapped. Air does not like getting talked to. It does not like being mistaken for Lorien every time he slinks off. Air is SICK AND TIRED OF LORIEN'S ****.

[Guest]

Amoss Laughs whilst reading the note. "Pathetic"

[_Deutschland_ 44]

Chase Weischoff (two fs, mah friend) raises his brows, his old friend, but not anymore, he supposed, having tried to blame him for treasonous actions.

He'll pay for this...

He'll pay...

[Tirenas 677]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.