Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-3293219-20190416134623

"Heh, if I was back in West Virginia, I'd be the same. Sometimes I drug up to the eyeballs and then go on journeys, then wake up naked in a swamp, covered in bloatfly shit." Paul explained, approaching the table and cutting the poison gland out of the nightstalker's tail, squeezing it like an orange over the beaker and mixing the blood in with it as instructed.