Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-5543592-20150516023548

Medea inspected her nails, like she had dirt underneath them.

"Of course.  They weren't trying.  That's why they were defeated for the... second, third time?  For such powerful individuals you all have a very difficult time with mortals."

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Dacian walked over to the chair, inspecting it. "This seat?" His leg arced through the air and he smashed down into the chair, the wood splintering and buckling underneath his supernatural strength. He kicked it aside, to the wall, and moved to a second seat, which he sat down in.

"I like this one much better." Dacian crossed one leg over the other, shifting it, getting comfortable. "Now, before I get upset and bring this whole building down on top of us, which Aratius knows I can do, you're going to explain to me what fun is.  Because I've had about enough of you, Nissa.  I don't care for your antics.  I don't care for your ugly face, nor do I care for your inbred manservant.  You're going to cut to the chase.  Understand?  Because I want very little to do with you."

He grumbled:  'Lying, no good elf."