Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190912043533

(Father Caleb finds himself and Gabriel in the deepest of Pitch's lairs that is not near the Earth's core. Down, deep and dark.)

Gabriel: Here...(he starts sniffing the ground)

Mishipeshu: (with a roar he leaps and bounds around the room, the lightning begins striking randomly, often, and extremely quickly)

Roc: (he screams)

Crocus: (he monologues) Hear me. My court and I..we do not desire our service to the Pied Piper. We have been bound to him since our creation at his hand, but we'd rather have our own freedom.

Dis Pater: (his knees quiver as he starts shuffling toward the Domovoy) What. What are you talking about!? What are you doing!?

Yriscal: Its nothing special...my rats are known to do the darndest of things? Did you know I drowned the first generation? (he laughs) What am I saying? Everyone knows that.

(Outside, Dvarapala's legs suddenly fall beneath the ground and he is quickly falling. Down below the uncountable number of rats have scraped away stone and earth and continue to do this, creating a growing pit below the front porch.)

(A grass snake takes the opportunity to slither through the backyard and into the Mansion...and strangely enough, far on the outskirts where he can hardly be seen, The Seventh sits with binoculars, a notebook, and a bag of peanuts. Unfortunately, it appears that the bottom of the bag had a leak on the way, as the snack bag is already nearly empty.)

The Seventh: This....this is rediculous. What are they doing, all of them!? This number of divine and supernatural beings in combat is bound to shift luck, karma, and fate literally everywhere.