Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20181031231051/@comment-25828117-20181127143735

Valanor pulled himself free of Sùbailte the moment she had helped him up. An arrogant voice that almost sounded like it weren't his, chastised her.

"Get your hands off of me, girl!"

The bosmer brushed himself off, in a composed manner unlike his usual self.

"You fools... Let me play the song of gales."

The musician drew his pipe up. Dangling still from the string around thin neck, the end touching his promiment collar bones. The wood elf closed his eyes and focused on whatever power he drew upon when he played the magical instrument.

Unlike his small flute before, this long pipe emitted low, droning, notes that seemed to make the walls of the cave complex shudder. A gust of wind blew through the tunnel and wrapped around every last one of them. The strangest sensation overcame all as if their feet, their legs could now carry them faster than humanly possible. The new found power in their limbs shot into their heart and lungs making them feel iron-clad. Perfect machines made for running.

Valanor's eyes rolled back into their sockets once he was done and gasped for air, falling almost faint in Suba's arms.