Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180306200349/@comment-7262318-20180313220329

"Oh, no..." Alvoran whispered. He pulled his sword free and began trying to make note of where the attackers were. "These don't seem like the average brigand..."

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Shrava watched the black-clad figures move. "Ah... perhaps this is what you spoke of, then..." She murmured. "Always arrives in big armies, don't they? Never a small spark that starts things, always a grand fireball..."

Shrava brought some fire up in her hands. "Destiny waits for no one."