Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150813162953

'Hello?' Jorvarr called out, quietly and tentatively. 'Is that you, Calvus? It's us, Jorvarr and Prometheus.'

River, who had until now taken little interest in whatever was coming towards them, perked up upon hearing Jorvarr's voice, and she gave out a small yelp of surprise.

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When his hand touched the hilt of the sword, he felt a strong magical presence writhing inside it. The metal was very cold, and as he lifted it up the magical presence became stronger and stronger.

There was a blast of blue light, and when it faded Roland could see an ethereal woman floating in the air in front of him.

Her face was harsh, but it had an otherworldly beauty to it. She was naked, but for the wisps of silky cloth adorning her supple figure. Pale blue eyes fixed their piercing gaze on Roland, and she let out a high pitched scream of anger, and 3 balls of white light appeared a few feet away, which began to slowly float towards him.

(If nobody had already clocked that this quest takes place in Frostmere Crypt, and is about the Pale Blade, then you are all sillies and I'm disappointed in you :P  )