Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-27783182-20140217132623

Dunlammus opened his arms. Lots of bats came rushing from his back and each one formed a copy of himself. They started to spin around Rashka, whispering something in the Ayleid tongue.

"Tye joran, tye naga..." They whispered in Rashka's head.

"Which one is the real?" One of the copies said.