Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150814122850

(Boy, I sure would hate to have a GM like Emperor Maximus! He is always going away, leaving us to twiddle our thumbs until he returns. Well, this is my last LARP event for the next few weeks, so there is no need to worry. I will be back in a couple of days.)

Jorvarr crouched down, and looked down the hole. He caught a glimpse of the wispmother, and his eyes widened.

'That... that's a... one of those ice women from the stories!' he said in surprise. 'What kind of fight is Roland getting himself into?'

''We need to go and help him! If he dies, then what is to stop the ice woman from reclaiming the sword and vanishing?''

'It shouldn't be too difficult to get down.' Jorvarr lowered himself into the hole so that he was grabbing onto the ledge, with his legs dangling down.

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The Pale Lady seemed unimpressed with Roland's insuults. She fixed him with an cold stare, and frowned angrily. Her ethereal form floated through the air towards him, her hands surrounded with an icy mist.