|Rules|

[Malthael]

*drags his nail across the paper and it would fall apart as it aged and brittle.*

[Victoria Germain]

*Popped into existence with a copy of the rules with Malthael’s name written on it in old English lettering and then posts it back up*

[Raven]

She places a brilliant white feather upon the rules paper, plucked from the flesh of her very exsistance. The feather would have a slight darkened glow as it landed upon the paper, feeling of Azarathian power.

[Whatsyourface]

-Voided by author-

[Whatsyourface]

The Doktor sits in his seat with a leg crossed atop another, then he seems to swipe his hand across the paper. And on the paper, instead of a long line, is his signature. “We are done, yes?” The Doktor stands. “Time to have a bit of fun…” He walks off and disappears into the shadows.