Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-26443603-20141001150114

Dreya sung at the top of her lungs, as she sped along the rooftops. She let herself fall backwards, and was caught by a black chair.

Dah Dah DahDahDahDah.

She carelessly threw fireballs around, down onto the floor. The screams told her that she'd hit a wedding. And a guard legion.

And another, directly into the Palace doors.