Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131116222109/@comment-3293219-20131121084913

(I think they're high up the mountain, not inside but you'll have to check with Uberheroism)

Manja had been awake for some time, she lay still and kept her eyes closed to avoid drawing attention to herself.

Trying the ropes would just end her up with rope burn and yelling at Tyranil would just amuse him and nothing else. She had to seem docile, until there was a clear oppertunity, in which she could grab Nish and run.

Screw the rest...

In the prison
Bologra looked around, feeling somewhat useless. Magic was for weaklings and he didn't know what the blades were talking about most of the time.

"When do I get to punch something?" He asked with mock impatience.

(This computer's slow as ass and everyone is talking shite! What I'd give for a meat cleaver and a shard of glass!)