Cheese 2319 Share Posted April 2 "I'm too pretty to fight..." Deyanira laments, quickly taking to whine about the whole ordeal to her cousin. @Statherian 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Digit_005 250 Share Posted April 2 Within the shop of a Reinmaren, an auburn sat at his desk reading the call to arms of the trio of allied nations, his ocean-hued eyes surveyed the parchment. “We must heed the call to arms, the Darkness shan’t be allowed to lurk so close to home!” Klaus von Berkhoven thought aloud as a smile then etched itself on his face. “I must prepare potions for the Host!” The man exclaimed as he stood up from his chair and walked over to his chest of organized herbs, picking out the ones needed in a well-practiced motion. Next, the Alchemist stepped up to his worktable, pulling a mortar and pestle out of a drawer and a brewing stand from underneath the table. He would then grind up herbs as he had done for decades, the beginning of the alchemical process. “The Light will illuminate even the darkest crevice within the Ravenswood, that Ich can insure.” The Berkhoven hummed, a determined look in his eyes. ‘TICK, TICK, TICK!’ Sounded the clockwork gears of the wall-mounted clock as Klaus concocted his alchemicals. Only time will tell what those of the Ravenswood will experience once the combined forces of Reinmar, Celia’nor, and Koyo-Kuni arrive at their front door. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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