[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/72f09f8e1fa29eda9d1541ccf728224a/b992c94eb46c5d7b-d4/s500x750/686c55891173c735f06ec5f58e7b84a03abc4ba0.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Limbo[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Nallore]: You took a leap of faith, jumping through the stepping disc portal. Each other time that someone had attempted to shift their location in Limbo on this adventure, the results had been somewhat disastrous - it is difficult to control the native portals. But something now has changed, as you leap into the unknown. The veil that separates Limbo and Earth has torn, a gaping wound in the space of reality where it ought to have been. 

	You have your friends to thank for that - the circuit of Max, Madalyne, and Jack destroyed what was left of the veil. 

	You open your eyes, finding yourself in what looks like New York City, in Times Square even. The sky is blood-red and you see legions of demons swarming through it. These must be Ananym's forces, here to do her dark bidding. All around you, there is chaos. Hot-dog stands and mailboxes and selfie sticks have all become animated, gnashing teeth as they chase the tourists, out for blood. The ground is wet and damp, but there isn't a cloud in the sky. 

	You see someone's entrails slowly glide down the red river, unable to enter the storm drain. 

	The Goblin Night has begun. 

[@Nallore]: You are alone, Madalyne. The others used the portal, stepping into the Everdark and leaving you behind. Limbo is as much your home as it is mine. You know its moods and its temper, how it reflects our worst qualities back at ourselves and amplifies them a thousand fold. But as the portal your friends' took closes, you notice something else. Limbo is bleeding. Stepping discs appear everywhere, gradually at first, before rapidly increasing in number and scope. Limbo's essence seems to be traveling through them, and demons take to the skies, before descending through them. 

	They're going somewhere. 

	Are you?[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Everdark
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa was confused for a moment - not by Jack's suggestions, those were quite sound. No, they were perplexed by the sudden change in Max. His words did not make sense - rescuing him from the Purifiers? Runa supposed that would be one way to refer to Ananym and her servants, yet she vaguely recalled that the term had been relevant for those foul fiends who had hunted her husband and his kind in his life. Had they been hidden to her, unable to be sensed? Usually, her lack of sight was a problem for other people, and not particularly one for herself. (Not that she minded the perception of weakness - it made it easier to strike). 

	[color=#a81a75]"Maximilian, are you well?"[/color] Runa asked, before straightening slightly. [color=#a81a75]"I agree. If you would run support, the rest of us may attack,"[/color] they said. A slight smile formed on their face. There was something else that their husband may have appreciated - and perhaps he did, if he was looking down on them now, part of the Many and no longer the Few. There was a spell from an archaic Midgardian game, one known to bring death and destruction - and Runa thought it would be quite appropriate here. [i]Kosmisk Ild.[/i]

	[color=#a81a75]"I shall cast fireball at your signal,"[/color] she said, inclining their head in the direction of Prudence's voice. [color=#a81a75]"My lady."[/color]