Mara: “We were gonna find a back corner of the theatre somewhere to make a very small drawing.”
Thaisha, standing in the centre of their massive ritual site where they channelled the whole-ass Gavzidra into the threshold of a theatre, centred on a play that called out to the very soul of the orc people, anchoring a whole damn afterlife back onto the world in one fell swoop, saving dozens and possibly hundreds of souls and creating an entire new species of celestial in the process: “… You should have clarified that in your letter.”
Like. I love this. Mara: you were supposed to start fucking small! Thaisha: Well no one told us that!
Holy fucking shit, the extent to which we have been balls to the wall fucking winging this from start to finish is incredible. Like, Azune stuck his hand into the middle of this ritual and it accidentally summoned a dragon, a creature not seen in centuries, as a byproduct, and it was a tiny and incredibly helpful sidenote to this whole venture.
No wonder Mara’s only response to seeing the Hallowed Round was “Holy shit!”
Like. People. Planning. Testing! Fucking anything! We do not just start with …
But uh. Well. Apparently we fucking do, around here?





















