Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-24510587-20160309190102

Testing his new-found skill once more, Dunistair extended his hand. A bolt of lightning shot out of it and into the misty murk of the swamp. Satisfied with the result, the Breton stood up and slung his longsword over his shoulder, waiting for the rest to wake up and pack their things. The sooner they'd get going, the better.