Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150320071751/@comment-29458028-20150326103145

Raytheon drew a scroll from his hand and read it, as a bolt of dark magic formed in his hand. He fired it at Iona, causing all her wounds to heal, but binding her to Raytheon's command. If he wanted, Raytheon could inflict pain on Iona just by thinking of it.

"I didn't want to do this, Iona, but I had to."

"Go to ... aaaaaaa" screamed Iona as Raytheon clenched his left fist.

Raytheon looked at the others and said "breakfast? We didn't get to eat ... we shall eat then go."