Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150813205229

The last few incinerates slammed into the Pale Lady, who retreated back, hissing and spitting. SHe had been badly wounded, but now Roland had run out of magicka.

The Pale Blade quivered with excitement in Roland's belt.

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'Come on, we need to help him! If he dies, then so do all of our hopes of getting the sword!' Jorvarr called out. 'It's not all that far...' He was less sure of himself when he said this.