Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-17114085-20171105211735

"Fool, I am already inside your mind. Knowing that it is an illusion will not stop me now." The Dreamweaver rang in Tyrennis' skull.

The slush grabbed onto the Imperial and it bound him in place. Despite him knowing that it wasn't real his body was not obeying his will anymore. The Imperial's body felt that it was being bound and so it acted as if it was stuck.

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Max shot a Briarheart with Paralysis. He fell over like a brick.

The Breton quickly cast Ebonyflesh on himself as one of the soldiers came at him. He swung his Orcish axe at the Breton, but it didn't cut into him thanks to the spell.

Max countered with a swing of his staff to the Briarheart's face, pushing him back a bit. ''Damn it, I'm not very good in a close quarters fight. The Imperial is going to have to pull my weight here. I'll support him.''

He looked over at Tyrennis.