Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-7262318-20190817033617

Suddenly, in front of Myhs, a portal snapped open. A purple vortex outlined in orange, almost appearing Daedric in origin. Every eye in the arena instantly locked onto it, waiting to see what came through it. When the portal closed, something far scarrier than any werewolf cult or other monster stepped through it; A very, very angry mage.

"So... this is what the 6 months of training amounts to?" Dalacon spat, folding his arms. "I am called by Myhs, who is worried to death by infighting and arguments... What in gods name happened here?"

He glanced over to the little argonian hugging the leg of Jack, whom he also didn't recognize. He glanced to the smith wielding the giant hammer, and the crowd of half naked people standing in the snow. He looked extremely training