[@CreedTheChimera][@Tyki][@thewizardguy]

The sound of arcing electricity sunders the peace while white light bursts forth from a completely random and unstable portal.

"And here we are!" Wraithblade honks the horn a few times at Creed and whoever else he is with and nearly bumps him as she steps on the breaks in her convertible. Strygwyr's head is gleefully sticking out the back window area with his tongue hanging out.

She stops the floating car and then lands it in park on the ground. She turns and puts her arm on the window. "Bloodseeker, Dark One. Make friends with this guy." She points at Creed. "I don't know what the hell else is actually going on, because I was at work all day and I didn't read all the shit people posted." Wraithblade opens up the glove compartment and rummages through papers and random shit in there while Stryg and young Darky get out. "Hey! Goddamnit, Strygwyr, shut the door! yes, the door... Yes that. It's a car-door, it's still a "door..." NO! What are you doing! Put your leg down!!" Wraithblade shakes her fist in embarrassment and despair as Strygwyr proves his association with dogs. "You're one of my favorite characters!"

Strygwyr grins wide at Creed.