July 26, 1722. The small, weather-beaten, two story home of Morowen Waxbend, the sea hag of Port Royal. Where we’re learned more than we bargained for.
Solve your problem? All it takes is a typhoon. Or mass-murder. No biggie.
Thanks, sea hag. Real helpful.
It's all a matter of perspective... maybe scale!
Or, perhaps, what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Maybe an Undead Klondike Bar? 😂😁
So we've learned necromancy bad, ghostfire bad, Codex bad. Any good news? 🤣 Loving the journey, though!
😂Hm... well, no one's dead yet? Not counting the guy in the book who's been mostly dead all this time? 🤣
Good point. Only almost dead. Fingers crossed.
Exactly! He’s been almost dead all day! So no worries! 😂😂
You're unstoppable! Wonderful work 💕
Thank you!
Solve your problem? All it takes is a typhoon. Or mass-murder. No biggie.
Thanks, sea hag. Real helpful.
It's all a matter of perspective... maybe scale!
Or, perhaps, what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Maybe an Undead Klondike Bar? 😂😁
So we've learned necromancy bad, ghostfire bad, Codex bad. Any good news? 🤣 Loving the journey, though!
😂Hm... well, no one's dead yet? Not counting the guy in the book who's been mostly dead all this time? 🤣
Good point. Only almost dead. Fingers crossed.
Exactly! He’s been almost dead all day! So no worries! 😂😂
You're unstoppable! Wonderful work 💕
Thank you!