Not To Tut My Own Horn But That Was The Sexiest Bit Of Dialogue I Have Written In A WHILE - Blog Posts

who? @thanatcsx where? Robin's residence, the Autumn Fields

Before her lays a lavish table, offerings weighting upon it, each more delicious than the last. A feast fit for a king, a welcome fit for a god. The rumors are true, she has found, Death walks amongst Roman and countrymen. After her acceptance by the Múkēs Holt, her council had advised her to reach out to the ancient being, the one that had been spotted amidst the satyr's sordid festivities. With how her domain of influence bowed to his, she could not deny the wisdom on the advice, not when rot and decay followed Death and fed on the corpses of those He collected. She would be remiss not to make contact, and truly, she was rather interested on meeting the god as it is. Leaning back against her seat, Robin gives the table set for the two of them critically, smiling as Genise makes her presence known from the fireplace where she slumbers.

Homely, yet dignified. It is not a feast on the level of Antiquity, but that can come later. For now, she merely wants to introduce herself to the god, merely wants to give him the awareness of her acceptance into her role and what it meant.

"Master of Secrets, Lord of the Sacred Lands, Inpu," Robin's voice resonate as she swirls the goblet on her hand. "Death, I welcome you upon my Autumn's Fields, upon my hearth. I invite you to join me on consuming the fruits of my courts labor. Step into my home, and enjoy my hospitality, He Who Is In The Place of Embalming, my table has been laid for you."