Out of Character:
...I've been dying to do this since 2007. Expect a holocaust or nine by the time I'm done. I may or may not put the kibosh on Savas Tigh's little Corone adventures for this.
Sufficed to say: Solo. Hopefully I can get it done over the course of weekends. WE. WILL. SEE.
"This is all your fault," spat Pontius Grakken, former quartermaster of the Starry-Eyed Maiden and one of just eight survivors out of a crew of thirty-seven. He was a bitter little man with little to do but fix on Caden and blame him for everything. "You coulda done something."Originally Posted by Blueraven's Grimoire
"And gotten us all killed," Caden noted. "I'd rather wait a little while. Try not to worry so much."
"Strike you dead," Pontius snapped. "Bloody Wizard."
Caden rolled his eyes and closed his book. He stuffed it back up into his Hat and leaned back on his cell. At this point, the bars felt like windows and the world's troubles were miles and miles below. Nothing to do now but wait for the inevitable chaos, madness, bowel-quaking terror, so on and so forth. As a veteran of such affairs, the Wizard Blueraven adopted a nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. The terror would come, yes. And he would likely murder a lot of people, almost guaranteed. Somewhere along the line, he'd suffer from that existential crisis he'd been putting off. One way or another, the world would be saved.
All that remained now was to sit and wait.
"Wonder what the slave market's like this time of year..."