Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131023233155/@comment-11457306-20131025003358

(Actually no--it goes more like this, Billy--)

(And Fishy, we need to get back over to the CoW.)

Torene was being carried by the Guards, her body on fire with the fake fever, her hands and feet chained. She knew immediately where she was--or where she was supposed to be. She knew her body was still in Skingrad. Her mind was here--in the Quagmire. Dimly she could here the Vampire screaming and laughing in her mind. She smiled maliciously.

''You can't make it work fully, can you, Vaerimina? My shields are too strong. I know where I am. I know what you intend. But it won't work on me.''

The guards carried her into the blinding white infirmary and she almost laughs at the Orc Doctor who had frightened her so badly before. They lay her on the table as he ordered. She rested, thinking. '' How should she go about finding Makoru? She had to break free of this illusion first.''