Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-17114085-20171008200308

(The Nords are already all pretty much around the Imperials.)

Kyrnil looked over at the scattered Breton Knights. "They are probably still under whatever illusion she put them under. It would be unwise to approach the Bretons until we defeat the Dreamweaver."

"I've opened up a means into their camp." Eorlund pointed out. "Though this Reachman General is more formitable than the others. She doesn't appear to fight with strength, instead she lets her opponents destroy themselves."

The Harbinger nodded, he had come to the same conclusion. "It may be smart to think of a better plan that just a straight up charge again."

"Just don't wait too long, or the hole I opened up in their formation will close." The lad said.

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Max felt like he was going crazy. He was using Absolute Cancel to stop whatever illusion spell she cast upon him, but it wasn't working. Her taunts only made him grow more frustrated, which in turn seemed to let her control him more deeply.

"Foul witch!" He yelled out.

She appeared before him again, looking down on him. "Poor little royal bastard, still unwanted by your family. Your half-brother sent you here to die. You are weak. I thought that you were supposed to be the bane of all mages, yet you can't even defeat one witch. Pathetic."

Max gritted his teeth and began to charge his magicka. "Argh!" He yelled and unleashed a blizzard that surrounded the area around him.

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The Nords and Imperials saw in the southwest part of the camp, the blizzard raging.

"Another illusion?" Eorlund asked.

Kyrnil couldn't say for certain.