Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131231015116

Hircine shook his head with disdain at Paris, not at all pleased. "Then go. Go and join the mortals in their pitiful shelters, and begone from this place," he commanded, clenching and unclenching his fist as if making sure they still worked. He had returned to his original and terrifying form, and loomed above the hunter spirits and the wargs, getting used to having a mortal form.

Jack looked up at Hircine nervously. "I'm going to go with Paris, if you don't mind..." he said, a little worried that he was going to be torn apart before they reached safety. ''"Fine, fine. Now leave, leave and never return!" ''he commanded, pointing his collossal spear towards the exit. Jack grabbed Paris' wrist and bolted, sprinting as fast as he could towards the inn.

The Matriarch stepped over to Anwen and Nahlgaaf. "You made a wise choice. It is not a good idea to anger Lord Hircine, as I'm sure Makoru could tell you," she smiled. "I'm Morrigan, but most people call me Morrigan the Hag. If you value your life, I advise you just to call me Morrigan," she added.