Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-32663439-20141106073205

Vorwith frowned. "I'm not here for your sarcasm. Come with me." Vorwith used telekinesis to carry her out of her cell, floating behind him. He brought to a large table and sat her down on one side. He sat at the other. He took out the *insert data's fancy word for necklace here* and dangled it in plain sight. Vorwith blinked at Illyana and a spell was cast on her, draining all of her magicka and not allowing it to regenerate. This was quite the feat, because obviously Illyana has a bunch of magicka. "....Now. I'd like to talk to you about this trinket here. What is the purpose of putting your soul in an amulet? To prove your love to your dear Vauban? Or just a way to make yourself stronger? There are many other ways to become so much stronger. Why entrust your very soul in the hands of someone else..." Vorwith said as he tightened his grip on the necklace "...only for him to drop it while he was drunk? The necklace wasn't taken from Vauban's neck. He dropped it on the ground in a drunken stumble. It was taken from right in front of of him without him noticing. You'd think your 'lover' would take better care of your soul." Vorwith looked at the amulet. He had an urge to crush it, but he decided against it.