Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-7262318-20170714212715

"Yes, go, stop them!" Delusul chanted. Currently, the mad prince was enjoying a roasted leg of chicken as he watched the fight with intrigue from afar. He had sent a few Frost Attronachs down to tear up their numbers.

He much preferred watching the bloodbaths than being in them.

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Vashar was out in the field, carving his own path of destruction. He hopped into and out of portals, cutting through the necks and stomachs of hapless reachmen and resurrected guards each time he dashed out of one...