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Helios Sunrider · 11-24-2023, 03:29 AM

Approaching the hall that lead to the locked and sealed door to the Death Chamber it sounded as if there was a heated argument accompanied by the sound of thrashing and crashing. Upon closer inspection, it appeared the sound was some classic British punk coming from an old tombstone shaped, wood cased radio. The one responsible for this racket was the infamous Damian Pendragon. He'd gone back to his roots over the holiday. Leather jackets and combat boots was who he was before being employed by the Ministry of Magic.

The Unspeakable's head was bobbing along with the music as he paced in front of the large, imposing door. Chains and runes had kept anyone from entering until Jane and Damian could sort out the dire situation brewing within.

11-24-2023, 03:29 AM	#40 (permalink)
Helios Sunrider DoM Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Twilight Zone Posts: 1,389	Another time. Another mystery. Approaching the hall that lead to the locked and sealed door to the Death Chamber it sounded as if there was a heated argument accompanied by the sound of thrashing and crashing. Upon closer inspection, it appeared the sound was some classic British punk coming from an old tombstone shaped, wood cased radio. The one responsible for this racket was the infamous Damian Pendragon. He'd gone back to his roots over the holiday. Leather jackets and combat boots was who he was before being employed by the Ministry of Magic. The Unspeakable's head was bobbing along with the music as he paced in front of the large, imposing door. Chains and runes had kept anyone from entering until Jane and Damian could sort out the dire situation brewing within. __________________ In over his head Last edited by Helios Sunrider; 11-25-2023 at 06:08 AM.