Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-24510587-20171026145826

Taliesin had apparently forgotten something. Tyre was wearing mail. And unlike that dark matter shell, mail did not crumble upon being struck. But the sword that was now at Taliesin's throat was meeting no resistance, exposed as it was by a lack of dark matter.

(I was hoping you'd do that, because now I can do this:)

The Knights were blown away by the wind; no mortal could hope to withstand such windspeeds and remain upright.

No mortal.

But one Knight remained. His grey-streaked beard and white cloak flapping in the wind, the gold-plated chain around his neck glistering in the sun. The Knight-General stood, unaffected by the wind, marching closer as the others blew away.