Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-12599067-20131127044425

A crackle of red lightning bolts past the airship, and Makoru snarls. He whips around to find the darkened air is solidifying into a familiar shape. The half-formed Whisperer laughs and Makoru growls, then turns to the rest of the group.

Makoru: "It was a trap! We need to move, now!"

The howling wind nearly drowns him out, and he prays desperately that they heard him.