Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141102124827/@comment-29458028-20141103044710

Raydin tapped his table impatiently. He was irritated by his job. Because Vauban existed, being an Archmage was simply eating, sleeping and drinking, there was nothing to do.

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Illyana walked through the snow. She would have to find a blasted publisher in a major hold and she could only think of Windhelm. If her bloody boyfriend wasn't off teaching students or sneaking his unsavoury books, he would have flown her over.

(Good time to capture her ... I would encourage leaving the College alone, though)

Sylarys smiled as she touched her hand to a hist tree. With a show of mental force, she warped the tree to pollute the hist with her soul veil, which would capture the souls of Argonians that cycled through.

(I am not racist, it's just that it's easier for Sylarys to capture souls like that. She's kinda turning into the living version of Umbriel)