Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170415204900/@comment-5543592-20170425190043

Lambert noticed he was abruptly stopped, but didn't want to break anything on landing. Whoever had saved him hadn't taken into account that a fall a young man could take was not something an older man could.

Thus, before he hit the ground, he shouted: "Feim!"

His form became etheral, translucent and indistinct, and he landed without injury. Standing up, the effect soon wore off.

Noticing Szeth nearby, the Skaal doing very little, he beckoned to him.

"Szeth," Lambert instructed once his servant had joined him, "please retrieve the others from the ship."

Szeth glanced upward at the ship several hundred feet above his head, considering for a moment. Violet colored magicka enveloped him, tendrils of it seeping from his skin, and he shot into the sky, towards the ship. The air whipped by him, tearing at his clothes, and he rose in an arc above the ship, then gracefully dropped onto it's deck. He took at the assembled group members and the giant Centurion with his usual neutral ambivalence and simply said, "Jump off."