06-11-2018, 02:16 PM
Mordus thought that by now, his blank face might stick if he didn’t change it. He glanced around the area and saw that a number of gates protruded from seemingly nothing. The ground around it was white. The ground around the ground around it was, white. The sky? It was white. This damnable plane had to be owned by something, possibly a Divine?
“My name is Mordus, and the amount of money I have is a crisp zero. Not to add that I don’t even know what Oh-Em is.”
He started walking, assuming however they were would either keep up or just leave. Here’s hoping he could even find where to go. He had started walking towards the vine wrapped gate, smelling the scent of soil and rain. It reminded him of home.
“My name is Mordus, and the amount of money I have is a crisp zero. Not to add that I don’t even know what Oh-Em is.”
He started walking, assuming however they were would either keep up or just leave. Here’s hoping he could even find where to go. He had started walking towards the vine wrapped gate, smelling the scent of soil and rain. It reminded him of home.