Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190621234528

When you uncorked the bottle and took out the piece of paper, the page was filled with the almost unintelligible scrawl of Orphos, which was more indecipherable than usual, as if he had written it in a hurry. It reeked of booze. The letter went as follows: Hopefully this found the right person. If you don’t think this is for you, then just, I dunno, throw it in the ocean or something. If you think this is for you, congratulations! You’ve been invited to the 9th birthday party of the hellspawn with a penchant for kicking shins, also known as Bliss. It’s at my domain, so if you don’t know how to get there, tough luck. Bring gifts if you want, but for the most part just bring yourself. There’s gonna be food and definitely alcohol, but you can bring your own stuff, I don’t care. Uh, I think that’s it. See you there I guess.

The bottom part of the paper had something written on it, but it’s been scribbled out aggressively. Strange. Anyway, the party awaits!

(I’ll wait for a couple posts before I describe what’s his domain looks like) 