Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-5735114-20140117004621

(Now, I am become Death, taker of showers.)

The light was so bright, it some of it made its way to the room of Nish and Eilonwyn. Thinking this meant the end of the conflict, Tyranil slowly walked out of the room, bow still drawn, unsure of which side was victorious.