Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140125133831

Dunlammus sheathed his sword, then walked over to the Commander, who he was displeased to find dead. ''Must've bled out... ''Dunlammus removed his second sword from the dead Commander's stomach, and saw that it would need quite a bit of cleaning before it was going into any sheath.

Tyranil summoned his Shadow Wings and took to the air, surveying the battlefield. Even through the heavy ash, it was easy to see the ground was strewn with corpses, and the dragon dead on the catapults also made quite an impression. He reduced his altitude, now hovering only a few inches off the ground, and summoned 10 Shadow Soldiers to carry the dead dragon away. He'd see if he couldn't make anything useful of of the monsterous corpse.

As the Soldiers were trying to lift the dragon, Tyranil and Dunlammus met at the center of the battlefield. Dunlammus was the first, and last, to speak. "You owe me...", and with that, he turned into a shroud of bats that quickly dissapeared. Tyranil began his flight back to the Red Mountain, not bothering to wait for his soldiers with the dragon. They'd come eventually...