Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-29458028-20141024135524

Raydin was flying when he realized he was out of magicka. Damned it, his flight powers were not fully developed yet...(He has Sorin's magicka pool, but his flight is less efficient due to a lack of training)

Raydin spiralled from the sky, managing to glide on his wings, but he still came down pretty hard and sharp pains shot up his hands and legs, which he landed on. Raydin sat against a tree, waiting for his Magicka to refill and his healing to set the sprains right, closing and dispelling his wings.

15 minutes and a cast of healing spells later, Raydin stood back up. The air was pretty cold. He had decided to walk the rest of the way to the College. No point flying and messing up again. Hitting the ground was pretty painful,

Sylarys laughed as she watched the village burn and the innocents die.

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Vauban led his men deeper into Snowhawk. He surveyed the area, looking for vulnerable points. If mages attacked, Louis Cyphre would silence them all while the counterattacked with magic. If warriors attacked, they could decimate the warriors with more magic and some swordplay.

Well, maybe lots of swordplay.