Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131121201952/@comment-5735114-20131123024752

(Away to sleep! Cya guys tomorrow.)

Tyranil noted the mocking tone in Eilon's voice, and he was having none of it. Taking another one of his bright red arrows out of his quiver, Tyranil threw it at Eilonwyn, lacking a bow to fire it from. Even though his aim was less than amazing, Tyranil hit his mark and Eilonwyn was teleported right back to him, easily in the range of his scythe. "Give... me... the... amulet...", Tyranil said in between deep breaths, trying to restrain his anger and not kill Eilon with his scythe.