Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-7262318-20190925145312

The skeleton offered little resistance. Probably because it was a skeleton and Smith had the strength of a literal god...

"Oh dear! Eveything's gone dark! This is like dying all over again!" Cicero wailed, flailing his arms around underneath the heaps of cloth. "And it's just as pleasant!" He laughed

Vordel shoved the assassin back and stepped backwards as he did so, creating plenty of space between he and the spirit. The Dark Elf, seeing the situation, hatched an idea.

He took in a deep breath, and let out a stream of flames from his mouth to match the assassin. The gas in the air caught fire, hopeful burning the assassins alive...