Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-25126355-20161005121952

(Sorry, that bug I was fighting won for a while there...)

Anariel sat on the balcony, in the company of her grandmother, as the two looked out onto the city. Servants attended the two royals, while Anariel's ladies sat on rugs and pillows on the floor, drinking wine, smoking hookah and enjoying freshly cut fruit from the Royal Orchards.

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Celemaira, her strength and magika almost fully restored, followed the battlemage as he led them though the forest. The smart thing to do, would have been to wait for the reinforcements, but Cele was in no mood for patience. Besides, last time they were caught off guard. This time, the cultists hardly stand a chance.

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It's silvery-white wings twinkling from the light of some of Gorihime's more unique flora, Celemaira's little ice bird finally arrived at Syrabane's study, landing on the window sill. Inside the little conjured messenger was  a magical imprint of the events that had happened in  Pen Hyarna.