Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171215133244/@comment-7262318-20180116153054

Inside Town Hall, Randolemar was still in the medical quarters, his arm in a sling and one eye swolen shut. Despite his shattered physical appearance, he seemed to be breathing normally and calmed down from this morning's fight with the supposed Nightingale.

"Damn... you really did meet the Nightingale..." Baros said.

"Oh, you think?" Randolemar spat out. "What are you doing back here?"

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"Yeah, we're all worthless and pathetic," Goriyn said. "Now-"

"Goriyn, Mortis," The Necromancer cut him off. "Nice of you to show your face on this island again. Your friends are burning the north to the ground in your name."

"Then I've taught them well," Goriyn shrugged. "Now, I'd really prefer this part of the island remain... unburning?"

"Your negotiators are returning to the town as we speak," Tozein said. "My terms will be with them."

"And what about your skeletons?" Goriyn asked. "Going to be mighty hard to reach a peaceful agreement with your army knocking on the door like this."

Tozein grunted. "Remember where they lay, mercenaries. Do not toy with me."

With that, the skeletons let out a collective sigh and began filing back into the holes they came from...