Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5543592-20150618230315

RollerTrack the II of Manchester wrote: "I assume you are the one behind all of this, and if not, someone close to him or her." Garred reasoned. "But you're definitely her..." he gestured to the body "Commander." There was the soft, condesending laughter again, as if Garred calling the voice 'commander' was a gross understatement.

"You grapple with things you do not understand."

"I have many names, but my true one is Kublai the Abhorred: Lord of Orsinium."

He began listing titles in a smooth, unhurried drawl.

"Lord of the Relic,

Master of Velehk Sain,

Servant to Malacath,

Last of the Ethlnofey,

I am older than this world. And one day I will lord over it."

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Ellis and Ogedei were dragged along. Ogedei constantly gasped for breath, shooting his head above water and gasping for air whenever he could, and the two were dumped out on a riverbank.

Ogedei coughed and sputtered, and the invisiblity immediately shut off. It was pitch dark, and crickets chirped all around, but other than that there was silence. The smelters and forges of Wayrest glowed in the distance.

"Fuck..." He groaned.