SIX ☠ the caverns of time are located in tanaris

[forourqueen]

[His hoarse, gritty voice seems to have an undertone of sadistic amusement.]

Well, I've never had a problem with deserts or sand. Many of the deserts back home have the best treasure and the best challenges. It is quite interesting to see people flail around, though. I thought you were used to curses?

Ah, but don't worry. I'll take care of those who get left behind...

Comments

[worldofourown]

It is quite charming, watching them flail about like drowning rats.

[shall_yield_us]

And do, and do, and do... what to them, fair Charon?

[forourqueen]

Indeed. A little sand isn't that big of a deal.

[forourqueen]

Spare parts are always needed.

[worldofourown]

~The laws of nature will handle of them.

After all, the strong will always flourish. And the weak shall be devoured.

[forourqueen]

Oh, you sound fun.

[worldofourown]

[Karl chuckles.]

~I'm glad someone thinks so.

So far, this City seems full of whining trash.

[forourqueen]

They're human, living or weak. It's quite a sad sight.

[worldofourown]

It seems their lot in life, I'm afraid.

[Private]

~Ah well. All the more spoils for those who love the hunt.

[dignity_misery]

You do all right in the heat? No spoiling or anything?

[That's an earnest question, not an aspersion.]

[valentineluke]

*sends picture from the other side*

[Private]

[forourqueen]

Oh, there will be hunting.

[forourqueen]

On the contrary. I'm pretty well-preserved to begin with, and the heat has no other effect than drying me up a bit.

...which is a good way to get rid of maggots.

[forourqueen]

Hah, that looks... interesting. Nothing to hide, I hope?

[valentineluke]

*Desert transmission to Glass cuts off*

[Private]

[worldofourown]

~To the melody of their screams.

At a time like this, the City is teeming with opportunities.

[forourqueen]

[Well... that was odd. And suspicious.]

[Private]

[forourqueen]

Now I know that I like you.

Oh, yes. It seems to throw little tidbits to its dogs now and then.

[whattingawhat]

Curses, yes. Lawrence of Arbia, not so much with the yes.

[forourqueen]

Oh, but shouldn't you always stay on your toes and be prepared for anything? After all, this place loves surprises.

[Private]

[worldofourown]

~I'm flattered.

Ah, but why be dogs? We can be wolves instead. Alone, or packs, they bring down scores of prey. And the rest of the City will remain none the wiser...

[whattingawhat]

Do I look like a boy scout?

[dignity_misery]

[She laughs like she appreciates the joke.]

Yeah, I'll give you that.

[shall_yield_us]

How perfectly Gothic. And you'll sew them in yourself?

[Private]

[forourqueen]

You speak my language, sir.