Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-5735114-20140109014617

(Good luck tomorrow! If you need to sneeze and there are no tissues, don't hesitate to rush over and give the local jerk another cup of coffee on the house.)

''An 'angel'... whose fighting abilities are turning into a pigeon... killing me...? Sure.''

And with that, Tyranil teleported his Soldier to Eilonwyn's approximate location. The spell wasn't perfect, and would likely be a few feet off, but it was close enough.