Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-32663439-20150101121810

"W-wha...." Fanari collapsed forward onto her hands and knees. She looked at the ground. Her hands crushed the hard stone and her hands clenched. Her cheeks turned hot, and she started to cry bitter tears silently. Her rage started to overflow, and she could hardly control it. She almost burst from all of her rage. Instead, she slowly laid down on the ground, curled up in the fetal position. She kept completely silent, without making a sound. The tears could almost be heard hitting the cold cobblestone her face was touching.

Grektiv waved a hand forward, and fireballs, flaming arrows, and all sorts of fire based stuff were launched in there. Severe coughing and such could be heard. Some voices inside could barely be heard saying "Into the basement, the air is clear down there!" Gretktiv said "One moment." He said something in Old Norse to another frelser. He ran off. A moment later, a score of soldiers wearing environmental suits approached. One of them turned to Etaret. "Sire, do you want the people inside killed or captured? Are there any targets to keep alive?"