Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190911020316

Yriscal: (he begins laughing maniacally, never quite calming down as he settles himself, still chuckling occasionally) Lord Erebus, I hope you're hungry. Go ahead and eat!

(the shadow of Lord Erebus begins creeping to surround the set barrier, shadowy arms and jaws reaching out to bit and tear)

Líf: Yeah, Dvalinn halt.

(The deer stops and kneels, allowing Líf to get off.)

(The house itself looks in surprisingly good condition considering the surrounding homes and Father Caleb's photograph of the bedroom. As they approach the door they notice the lamplights inside are lit)

Líf: Someone is here?