Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160725051532

The Imperial looked down to ground, disgruntles and kicked the mud off of hits boots, repositioning on more solid ground. He looked once more to Tariq and sighed. "Look, you're obstructing official Imperial business, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said, unwilling to arrest Tariq out of either kindness, duty, inconvenience, or perhaps a mixture of all three. "So... J-- Just leave or something...."

As Brolin, Floyd, Pearl, Maria, and Ramol continued to advance north, the Tretenvilerth Tree Tiana had mentioned made itself widely apparent. They couldn't exactly see it clearly through the gloom and doom of the swamp, but its tall, towering branches easily made themselves visible just over the fog.



The echo from Jaree's landing seemed to shake the very foundations of the cave itself; even he glowing blue plants seemed to shiver in fear. The three of them were now in a very small, but fairly wide damp, rocky corridor. The only thing there, directly in front of them, was quite a fancy wooden double-door, claimed almost completely by moss and beetles. There was yellow light peeking out from the crack just underneath the door, an almost blinding amount when compared to the absolute darkness of the cave itself. Muffled noises could easily be heard coming from the other side... Music?

 As soon as Valeera swiped the Breton's black feather, she became visible with a dull whoosh. Immediately, his three underlings rose out of their seats drawing their weapons, watching helplessly as their captain was held at knife-point by the elven illusionist. "Who the- What the fuck is this?!" The Breton called out in a panic, immediately clawing at Valeera's arm and looking into his small desk mirror to make out the identity of his assailant. "Gah, Dominion bitch!" He concluded. "Unhand me!" One of his men raised a crossbow eye-level and took at aim at Valeera. "Let him go, now." He calmly demanded.