Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-3293219-20151125201921

Hawke was elevated up to the ceiling, at an alarmingly fast rate, there was nothing she was able to do to protect herself as she found herself being dragged towards some sort of magical forcefield.

Above them lay some sort of a net, made out of pure magical energy, it spanned across the whole room and held at least ten people, most of them were bandits, still fresh, others were treasure hunters and adventurers.

All of them were unconscious...

Hawke was the next to join their ranks as she was dragged through the forcefield, as this happened to her, she could feel her whole body weakening as her conscience started to fade. Quickly piercing the barrier, she was placed onto the forcefield's floor, where she was left, her stamina was slowly being drained as she grew weaker and weaker, waiting until she passed out.