Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-29458028-20141231012310

"Where is who?" asked the dremoras. They really were confused.

"I mean, you need to give me a name..." said one of the dremoras.

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The Tranquil Guardian dumped Syinter on to a metal bed that Raydin conjured. The cell now looked like a fully furnished room, except everything was made of metal.

All of Syinter's magicka would fade and he would be silenced. Raydin dispelled the Tranquil Guardian. He was not very pleased. If he had the nigh omniscience his son possessed, it would be a hell lot more useful.