Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190305012653/@comment-5543592-20190306194307

That they were. They arrived at Rabbie's Midnight Fever under a mid-day sun.

Daireg thought there was pretty much nothing to lose if this didn't work, given there was no escape otherwise, and kept it up.

He cut up, down, across, took quick transitioning steps, Spirit-Sword flashing around him, cleaved into the rock on the other side. The Shehai cut stone as easily as it cut anything else, which was to say with minimal resistence.

But even as he worked he felt himself draining. He'd drawn heavily from it, especially to combat Morgus' weakening spell, and could feel the effects of that overusage.

If he reached too much, he could burn himself out, or even die.