Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-4363162-20140725145238

Miraak Obama wrote: Tristyc cut the webs that were tangled in his clothing. He quickly spotted the others, and began to clumsily sprint over.

"Guys..?" He panted, brushing any strands of web from him.

"Tristyc?" Vaniel asked, turning, and seeing the breton stumble towards them.

"You're alive! What happened?"

"Tara... She isn't supposed to be like that.. She let me go."

Vaniel looked at him for a few more moments, his smile fading, He then turned to Maren, and back to Tristyc.

"What do you mean?"

"Someone is controlling her. The person she's working for was looking for you or Maren, but mainly you." "I think the more pressing question is, how are we going to get to wherever you just came from? If Tara's really just a pawn in the grasp of some bigger threat, how will we eliminate that threat?"