event draft

(Trasto): You say, "How goes the mystery?"
(Trasto): Tikki says, "The bish corrupted the denizens of Valtreth's realm."
(Trasto): Tridemon says, "I just now noticed that this is the year 666."
(Trasto): You say, ">:(."
You blink.
Tikki pats you in a friendly manner.
(Trasto): Tridemon says, "Also this is the sixth month of the year."
Lifting an eye towards Tikki, Nimuire Duskbloom responds, "My thoughts exactly... You see energies work in circles, perhaps returning something from where it came would work.. But it also might not..."
In a cold voice hoarse from disuse, Exeryte Stormcrow says, "I sense no more legates."
Tridemon nods his head emphatically.
Plumes of dark brown smoke begin to billow across the skies, building in intensity as they reach the City of New Celest, spreading further as a second cloud builds over Mount Avechna.
In a cold voice hoarse from disuse, Exeryte Stormcrow says, "Are we meant to do something with these corpses?"
Echoed by rippling waters, you say, "Bring them to Lord Valtreths Fulcrux."
You have emoted: Cheliyi keeps a hand on Tridemon's side, her expression morose.
In a cold voice hoarse from disuse, Exeryte Stormcrow says, "The Lord Nightmare's order is hosting an offering contest."
Exeryte licks his lips.
In a cold voice hoarse from disuse, Exeryte Stormcrow says, "Choices, choices."
Sharply, you say to Exeryte, "If you want a Basin to offer in, do not be ridiculous."
You have emoted: Cheliyi exhale.
You have emoted: Cheliyi exhales.
Dryly, Exeryte Stormcrow says, "Yes, I made the boring choice."
You shake your head.
A wry smile spreads across your face.
You give Tridemon a friendly squeeze.
Echoed by rippling waters, you say to Tridemon, "Perhaps they spread to Avechna?"
You have emoted: Cheliyi gently urges Tridemon onwards.