Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-5735114-20140123221055

(Emma, you writing that piece yet?)

Ah, Dunlammus, there is so little you comprehend...

Tyranil walked out of the room he was in and began scouring the lair to see if Vidron had any spare robes.

... for, if I were to tell him...

Eventually finding what appeared to be a closet of sorts, Tyranil found another set of Vidron's robes. They were in need of some repair, but that could be solved.

... he would come rush over.

Tyranil now walked to the room with the lava construct. Walking up to it, he placed the blade of his scythe on a part that seemed to contain lava, and it slowly tainted his scythe a bright orange.

And that's hardly advantageous.

Pleased that the robes fit, Tyranil called a Shadow Soldier into the room. Stabbing it with the tainted scythe, Tyranil watched as it turned a bright orange and began to glow fiercely. It was the splitting image of a Lavaman.