Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-29559990-20140813205825

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(Since the carriages have arrived, I'm going to assume the prisoner's are in there cells.)

Ravos nervously paced the his cell, genuinely concerned about what those blasphemous guards had confiscated off of him, and the fact that his arrest has brought his progress to a grinding hault.

"They were just warning shots." Ravos said, trying to assure himself that he was innocent. "It wasn't my fault they were in the way."

See, what the guards confiscated were notes for ground-breaking spells in the field of Conjuration and Destruction. Should he create these spells, he would have an array of deadly weapons at his disposal, and it would open up new opportunities in the field of magic.

"Oh, if those guards make a smudge on my notes, I'll test it on them first... and these will NOT be warning shots..."