Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190923041217

(Author finds himself facing a who towers over him, twice as tall as he is. The being is grim and grey. His robe is made of fire that does not move, dead, and his crown has feathers of strixes.)

Orcus: Haddock, Lovecraft, King, Stine, Shakespeare, HHH. You stand before me. Long have you evaded true judgement for the trusts you have broken. Welcome, I am Orcus, Vanquisher of Oathbreakers, and you (he points at him) have a long-broken oath. Do you have anything to say in my domain?

Samaritana: (she continues her defensive stance, trying to minimize personal damage while looking for an opening of some sort)

Empress of Lost Things: With these warring beings as our witness, you will cease your attack in exchange for this lost artifact of great power.

Major Fraser: (he grits his teeth and uncorks another alchemical potion and tosses it at Hollow's currently spectral form) Taste ghostfire, invisible one!

Seer: (Desperate she sends a butterfly to Father Garu. It will ask for a cloud of rain to save this house and Red Ribbon)