Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-5543592-20150516031004

Dacian conjured up a ward in front of him, to block the bolts, before levitating up. He splayed his spare hand, telekinetically launching furniture about.

Dacian's voice wasn't his own. It was the one, the deep, otherworldly voice from the ship.

"You are mine!"  He commanded, whatever the hell that meant.