Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-29458028-20141104103640

Maximus Vile wrote: Tavion felt his wood sword turn to ebony, he embraced Sylarys and pushed the idea of Sylarys evil out of his mind, and embrassed her. Of all the wenches and awkward mead sodden encounters he had had before, this one was going to stick in his mind. Sylarys cried out as her microveil was shattered by the ebony blade itself, drawing her magical blood. The exertions caused a triple pulse of energy to shatter the Thrassian Isles, sending rocks flying everywhere.

She could feel the melding of minds and soul, yet both of them retained their identity.

The soul vortex tightened into a rope of souls.