Recent content by Lochmoth Visigoth

Hmph. Thoroughly unimpressed with having been ignored, she quickly etched in her withering consciousness to avoid pleasantries with the ilk of man, lest she imperil whatever semblance of self control left in her hulking frame. Endellion swears to whatever creators sit upon the amaranthine oasis...

Woefully dreaded Captain Méchanteau, Aim higher, damn you! I await in agony for the day your own stranglehold will loom in the distance, menacing and dauntless in the face of humanity, when you're surrounded by golden pillars and thrones of skulls instead of tormenting me about my chicken...

The magnificent and charming Captain Méchanteau of my dreams, You are so spiteful and vindictive, and I find your abhorrence appalling. How noxious of you to insult my penmanship after all the strife I went through for your sake! I shall have you know, the beast I wrangled was far scarier in...

Captain Méchanteau, I hope you suffer great agony in the hellfire of the underworld after you perish to whatever blight dares to rear its miasmic gaze into the soulless orbs of your skull solely so that you might feel the excruciating pain brought to me by attempting to pen this letter...

Endellion, offering her stalwart skeleton companion a theatrical round of applause after his stunning display of brutish fervor as he played the matador for the raging bovine, quickly retracted her sentiments after watching his opponent -- who, beyond her knowledge, would be none other than the...

“You always lacked taste, quite tangibly too, my gnawingly precocious, miserable ingrate of a beau. I would backhand you so as to introduce you to my newest gilded ring if only you had the pinkish flesh sack to experience it! As you can imagine, time withers my leisure, I simply lacked the...

Forever fashionably late, cursed eternally to arriving in dampening style... Woe is the faux Queen, commander of the chancery of vagrants. As the storm of undead raged on the coastline, terrorizing the hoard of the living -- the putrescent, malevolent breed of human stampeding across the salt...

Your gracious Queen gladly extends her patronage, for a pretty price.

Queen Regent Endellion d'Pegaeae... Would be a lovely nemesis for this unruly carrion. He would be (un)welcomed to her wasteland island, Iksmere!

Endellion d'Pegaeae