Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-5735114-20140108005114

(Wind, don't you throw me in Limbo for this...!)

Tyranil was sitting on a bed in the 'Dreamworld room', tapping his scythe on the ground, occationally standing and vigorously slicing at the air in rage. He suddenly felt a slight increase in air temperature.

Vidron...