Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170629/@comment-5735114-20140611205240

(Alright, I'll just assume that T destroyed the (evil) Imperial vehicle.)

Tyranil, breathing shaky, rage filled breaths, angry over nothing, felt rather poorly. However, the destroyed heap of scrap behind him and his murdered crew would have made him feel better, if they didn't make him feel worse. Holding a bloodred scythe, Tyranil flew away on bloodred wings, deciding he needed to get some sleep. Maybe that would clear his mind for the time being. Not seeing a good reason to sleep in a province that was a war zone, Tyranil disappeared in a cloud of dark red smoke, and reappeared in the Adamantine Tower.

Flying around the tower quickly, Tyranil found a bed and lay down in it, trying to fall asleep. The sun was a distraction, as were his feeling, but he eventually fell into a light sleep.