Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150328063056/@comment-29458028-20150331152046

(After more riding!)

The group eventually came to a massive estate, surrounded by an imposing spike topped wall. Guards patrolled the area. Raytheon dismounted from the horse and pulled a cord at the overly ornate art deco gates. The house itself looked more like a palace than any normal man's dwelling.

No response.

Raytheon pulled the bell cord again. He tapped his foot annoyed.

Still no response.

Raytheon sidestepped as a wind bolt kicked up the ground where he stood. He created a snowball in his hand and threw it at one of the trees, using telekinesis to shift it at an exact spot.

A loud yelp was followed by "owww, that hurt!"

It came from a white haired teen, who was now rubbing his butt.

"Open the bloody gate, Crysius. Did you break the doorbell again? It's fucking expensive! Why does mom never punish you!" shouted Raytheon in anger as he kicked the gate.

"Ok, ok, calm down and I'll open it" replied the teenager as he walked over and unlocked the gate.

Raytheon waved his younger brother away and said "well ... umm, not too different from where we lived the past few weeks. Make yourself comfortable..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was tackled by a middle aged, but still beautiful Snow Elf lady, who hugged him and exclaimed "my dear son is home. I missed you a lot! You are such a good boy..."

"Yeah, sure, real subtle, mom, you just spoiled my image in front of the pretty girls ... and scratched my face."

"Oh ... really sorry, really sorry!" said Raytheon's mother, as she let go of him.

"Yeah ... this is why I ... prefer not to come home sometimes. Home is sometimes scarier than a battlefield" said Raytheon, to Lerisa.