09-09-2025, 07:22 PM
"...you been to the Brew? The Bitter Brew."
"No, why?"
"New bird showed up to the joint. They call it a Tumbleweed- big friggin' thing. Started raving about 'the Ten Plagues' or some similar shit.
...and it's got bugs crawling out of its eyes."
"No, why?"
"New bird showed up to the joint. They call it a Tumbleweed- big friggin' thing. Started raving about 'the Ten Plagues' or some similar shit.
...and it's got bugs crawling out of its eyes."
The First Plague is set to be unleashed. A great roc spans its wings across the basin between where Londo and Serenity once stood.
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"I am dust devil and humble tumbleweed, thief of Narm and holder of his Ten Plagues.
I wish to drink again.
And enjoy a Bitter Brew with my Bitter Company."
A rite spans the dune-spirit's breadth, the amassed shores of the cliffs that reign over the bay trickle with blood. A quantity of no one mere magi's capability, no simple 'bloodletting'. The blood remains, the scent of copper drifting on the wind. A curse is yet to be expunged. The sea threatens to run red with it.
"I am dust devil and humble tumbleweed, thief of Narm and holder of his Ten Plagues.
I wish to drink again.
And enjoy a Bitter Brew with my Bitter Company."
A rite spans the dune-spirit's breadth, the amassed shores of the cliffs that reign over the bay trickle with blood. A quantity of no one mere magi's capability, no simple 'bloodletting'. The blood remains, the scent of copper drifting on the wind. A curse is yet to be expunged. The sea threatens to run red with it.
Wednesday, September 10th, 5 PM EST.
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i can quit when i want