Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171107212103/@comment-24510587-20180219144254

And then, all of a sudden, Anara found that her portals wouldn't open anymore. The world around her looked grey and foggy, save for one man on a roof across the street. Unlike everything around them, the white of his tunic still shone proudly among the colour-void surroundings. Radiant golden light enveloped and restrained the elf.

"You are being judged by Stendarr!" The Imperial bellowed. "He will decide whether you are deemed in need of smiting!"