-as if on cue, one of the Trees' branches twists in on itself warping the tree to a point where it should really break in half at the trunk-
-meanwhile, though-
-Lautrec and his opponent seem to be locked in their silent stand-off still-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-takes Ges to a shrine dedicated to a large humanoid figure, that keeps changing what its made of, one minute wood, the next metal, then flesh, then something incomprehensible-
Tzeentch is the Lord of Change. Actually kind of a nice guy. In exchange for making this shrine he kept this place a secret from the other Chaos Gods.
edited 4th Sep '14 11:06:07 AM by Azure
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-a small little demon scurries past the statue-
-it might have been a squirrel-
-once-
-virtually unrecognisable now, though-
-meanwhile, with Lautrec and other person-
-the silence is finally broken- I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet.
-the other one just remains silent-
But then, neither have I...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...why were you hanging onto it? You from our world?
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.