Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-4998588-20151004224052/@comment-4998588-20151008233522

The little puppet messanger, named Spam, happily sprung to Phobe's guarded throne room. The guards let him through.

The hall was dark, and torches were strewn across the walls. Banners with the mark of a phoenix were hung all over. He approached the throne.

The Phoenix sat on a throne of dark, charred rock. His two bodyguards, Icee and Luckee, stood on each side. Spam gingerly handed over the scrolls.