Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-24123288-20140120232330

Eilonwyn yelped in pain as she landed in the alchemy table, different ingredients falling ontop of her. Her anger subsided as the pain took over once again. She looked at her scythe which was knocked out of her hands as she made her abrupt landing. It had skidded across the floor and was now sitting firmly under Xerans boot.

''Sh-shit...It's okay. It'll teleport to your hands any second now.''

''Any...second... ''

Hope faded from her face as the scythe remained by Xeran.

"B-bastard..." She muttered to herself. "He must be asleep.."