Yuri, Ebin, Patrissa, Killian:
"How ya doin, Killian. Patrissa, we all see you. I've never been one to be left behind—let's see what they're all up to, eh?"
He heads to the west door.
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He takes another piece of paper out of his bag and casts Spark again, triumphantly throwing the remains to the ground and stomping them out. "I can literally just keep doing this forever. I've got magic blood, cucks."
He takes a piece of paper out of his bag, holds it up high over his head, and casts Spark on it, settling it ablaze. He lets it drop to the floor before proudly pointing at it. "Look at that s**t. That's some magic s**t. I'm a magic man covered in tattoos—that's a freakin' must-have."
"And madman you spoke of games, let's make the first move." "I like the cut of your jib. Let's do something. I don't like sitting on wood." He stands up, putting his cards away and stretching his back. "Well, some names. Names are a good start." He follows Mikau, turning over his shoulder to speak to Yuri. "My first name's Sazerok, and I'm a motherf**ker."
Loudly, so everyone can hear: "I'm the one who killed all those bandits in the city square last year. I'm f***king amazing. You're gonna like me, cucks."
"I assure you, lad, this is no place for fun. This is a vile place." Sazerok puts a pinky in his mouth thoughtfully and then points it toward the sky. "Those aren't mutually exclusive, my man. Take a closer look at the world and you'll find that vile places are usually where most fun takes place. But I see you're not in a playful mood." He puts his cards away and considers the hobgoblin. "No one needs to know anything bout that, Cole. Certainly not this hapless lot." "I'm a lot of things, hobgoblin, but I ain't hapless. Even trash can be burned for warmth, right?" He rolls back his left shirt sleeve and brushes his fingers along a tattoo of a bright red-and-orange fireball. "If you two know what's going on, I'd love to hear it. If I'm gonna play a game, I like to know the rules."
He looks over at the older man and the hobgoblin. "You sinners like cards?" He cackles and stops shuffling a moment, doubled over. "I've been partial to solitaire lately, myself!"
To Mikau: "Hey fancyboy, what the f*** are you doing? This isn't A Grand Day Out At The Show over here, okay? You're acting like a fancylad about town but this ain't town and we clearly ain't fancy. We're sinners, plain as day. Bunch of no good f**ks who messed up their lives and are gonna pay for it now. It's just like the tales always warned us about. Any moment now, we're gonna receive our eternal judgement." He sneers and chuckles a moment before continuing. "I hope it was worth it, whatever brought you here. Hope it brought you a lot of fun, mate. Whatever sick fun you had, looks like there ain't gonna be much more." He takes out a pack of playing cards and starts shuffling them, chuckling even harder. "You know what, f*** what I just said. F*** me, right? Why shouldn't we have some fun while we can, eh? Play your fancyboy music, go ahead."
What's the difference between a nightmare and a nightmarish reality? Can't be much, right? Only benefit of a nightmare is you might be able to wake up.
"Ahhhh." And I'm...still here. F***. Looks like this is real. And what in h*** is that little freak trying to do? Should I be running away from something? And where is that sound coming from? He looks over and sees the human playing the ocarina. For real though, f*** this guy.
Sazerok leans back and screams, patting at his tattooed chest and arms to see if he's awake. He looks around him and sees that he isn't alone. He scrutinizes the faces of those closes to him for a moment and then watches the half-orc shout. He starts to smile. Then, looking around the room and at the mural, he begins to laugh. "Oh this is great, this is grand. I'm finally dead, then, eh? That's so rich. This is bloody rich. Ha! About time. F*** it. Hey! Hey! What took so long, eh?"
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