Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190307235204/@comment-5543592-20190318002407

Cade was crouching down to slink through the shadows when Graicus stopped him.

"Move, friend Graicus, the Zah-ma guide me!" Cade was still ridiculously large, even squatting as he was.

As Meyline advanced on Black Ulrus, he did not turn. His arms were raised to the sky, and he was murmuring some soft incantation. Before him, a foot or so from his bent knees, was a plain bronze urn. It was sealed.

Daireg climbed into the boat with the others, deciding he belonged on a covert infiltration mission. He was, after all, the Ghost of the Alik'r. No other warlord had lead a decade long reign of terror over the province of Hammerfell, had thwarted the efforts of eight kingdoms, and done it all unseen.