Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24597741-20131215025337/@comment-4441359-20131215034750

The dungeons beneath the castle ware damp and dark, filled with the remains of the wretched prisoners. This was perfect for John. He withdrew several candles from his pouch, and laid them in a circle. A leather bag was withdrawn, and a blob of something pink and slimy dropped out. John chose a human skeleton from the many littering the floor, and placed it in the circle. His prepirations complete, he drew a dagger and started stabbing the ground, chanting Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me...