Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20181013223653/@comment-27344811-20181117203359

Signus floats into Yharim's throne room, where he is... slightly thrwon off by a still-helmetless Yharim. "...Lord Yharim, you have an invitation to an event."

Yharim doesn't budge.

"Get off of your Throne, Lord Yharim. It has been hours since you have even moved an inch."

Yharin says something under his breath. Signus growls. "By your mighty fist, is this what you've come too? Sitting around all day? You are the greatest warrior of them all, my Lord. The Devourer, the Ceaseless Void, even I am no match for your divine strength. Why are you unable to use that strength to rise yet again?"

".... i am nothing."

"Ah, that does it." SIgnus hisses as a shadowy tendril wraps around Yharim's leg and starts pulling him towards the wraith. Yharim is just limp as he gets dragged along. "If you are not going to go to the event, at LEAST get out of here. It has been drenched in your divine essence and... well, the smell is far less than divine. Now get out. I do not want to be your mother, but if I must, I-"

Signus gets bitch slapped across the room. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" he screams, stomping a foot into the floor.

And aftyer a moment of wooziness, back to depresso he goes.

Signus groans. "Fine. I will simply go there FOR you. I do not know why you would miss an opportunity with the greatest economic power besides yourself.."

This sparks what little interest Yharim has left. "... an invite... for..."

"For you."

Yharim slowly rises to.... seven feet. Hunched, but standing. "... I will go."