Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-5735114-20131212233642

''You know nothing! Tyranil hissed, Powerless little child! ''Tyranil hadn't gotten any blood on his scythe in a long time, and he was craving a fight. His scythe soundlessly dissapeared from Eilonwyn's room, materilaizing in his hands. Tyranil himself was still floating nearby Bruma, though he knew well enough where everyone was.

(g2g now, we'll continue later...)