Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25242640-20140808001210/@comment-25242640-20140901235248

((No longer matters, lets just say that a random mage gave him a longer lifespan))

"Well, I'm off to the front lines. Fi'ra, Erolith, to the flanks. Cause some chaos. Farenar, with me. Ra'kiir, use your wings to fly above these Cultists, try to draw the Dragons away from the main battle.Ysgramor, Atmorans, come with me if you wish, or stay here and loose volleys of arrows." ~Offers an apologetic smile to Ysgramor~ "Sorry for commanding everyone, but you were indecisive. I could use your legendary strength on the battlefield." I said as I began walking away, drawing my sword. I used the Force to get to the front lines in record speed, and began slicing and dicing the Cultists. ! CLANG ((swords hitting each other)) ! ! HNKHH ((shield block)) A Cultist's arrow flew past my ear, nearly slicing it off. I looked around for the offender, and found him dipping an arrow in a red jar. I used Force Lightning to fry him and any Cultists around him, and ducked behind a wall as another wave of Dragon fireballs impacted near me.