Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150227013352/@comment-29458028-20150307143740

"Good job, sis, although you might have wanted to make it even more dramatic by ummm ... having a few shooting stars and sparks everywhere" smiled Raphael.

"Next city? I mean, we can move on to Torval, a bit to the north. Maybe have some shiny wings the next time, eh?"

"I seem misinformed, although yes, I am always misinformed, since nobody really bothers telling me 90% of the details. Either way, it's still a big army to contend with and still very well equipped. Direct attack is at best a phyrric victory, even if we add out input" said Uriel, thinking again.

"If we get a peasant revolt, anyway, they'd be sandwiched between the Bosmeri Dominion and Alinor Alliance. It's silly. I still think perhaps we should organize guerilla raids ... as well as teach some mages to summon Daedric Succubi."

Abbadon magically sealed the vial to prevent the water inside from leaking out, then pocketed it, before both he and Horus set off for the next river, using their wings to fly again.

Still, his mental discipline was unbroken and the pee smell helped him to concentrate.