Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141124040131/@comment-5543592-20141126050240

Saerlund slowly approached his boat, with the blade pressed up against Laila's throat. Finally, free.

He climbed into the boat with his mother and pushed off from the dock, almost crying with relief. It hadn't exactly gone according to plan, but his mother would be dead in a couple minutes, and that was really all he had wanted.

"Sit in the bow." He instructed Laila. She did so.

As he reached for the oars, he noticed the boat had gone still in the water. Weird, he thought, but continued to reach for the oars. But he realized his arms couldn't move. Or his entire body. He and Laila began to rise up into the air. The Jarl went over and was plopped on the dock. Saerlund kept rising until he was about thirty meters over the water.

Tomas had both hands locked on him. "What do I do, Utahsi?" He asked. Tomas had a supreme power over someone's life at the moment. He could send Saerlund plummeting back down towards the water, where all his bones would break as if he was hitting concrete. Or he could launch him like a missle, sending him flying into the air, then crashing into the ground, rendering him a human pancake. Or he could spare the poor man's life. However, Tomas had a murderous glint in his eyes, as if Saerlund had done some foul deed to him.