Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-24736819-20180603201307

"Tick tock, Uaile. Time's passing...", were the only response the Dreamweaver got from the muttering lips of the muscular halfgod as he was impaled. If she wished to mess with him, it certainly wouldn't be accomplished this way.

As soon as he felt the dirt moving beneath his feet, the halfgod said his last few words before disappearing into the crevice: "I told my brother to open a path to get your forces out of this deathtrap, but he seems to have failed so far... Could you try to get people out of here, so I can use my power without harming them, pleas..."

And fell he did...