Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-7262318-20190219230554

Meyline grabbed at the arms around her throat, digging her nails into the side of his forearms and trying to pull the hands off. However, since the grip around her throat was too tight, she wasn't moving him an inch.

She began to cough and choke as the man was close to crushing her windpipe. Desperately, she reached down for a rock of any size, taking it into her hand and savagely bashing it against his skull with all the strength she had left.

"Shrava knows she has a purpose... but what this purpose, she does not know. She has spent too much time under Delusul's direction," She figured.

"P\erhaps this one could use her magics for... for good?" She tried to think. "A guild, maybe... or yet, the Mages Guild, maybe..."

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"I try to be," Alvoran nodded. "Better than living in constant misery, yeah?"

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(Yush!)

Torus once again finished, this time lying ontop of the beautiful Paladin. His breath hot and heavy and sweat coating almost every inch of his body, he was beginning to see double. Whether that was due to the drunkeness or because Reina was giving him all he could handle, he didn't really know.

"You should... you should consider... being Dibella's Paladin," He muttered into her ear. "You've got... the tools for it."