Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191024214954

A gust of wind ripped through the forest, shaking the branches.

"Your fate takes you elsewhere." Ragnar noted. "Fight and die well, Alvoran Heljarchen."

The snow was picked up by the wind, swirling about them. Snow flakes settled in Nyaisa hair and she stepped back, looking up as the evergreens swayed in the wind. It was a sight.

Their vision flashed once more, and Argyle faded from Clodagh's gasp, as Sovngarde winked away.