Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-29559990-20151021233638

Vordel tried to haul himself up, but found himself unable to. He gave one last heave, but fell onto his back. He gritted his teeth in pain and anger, once again helpless.

The cultists fell one by one. The remaining individuals ran off into the trees, hoping to escape with their lives.

Dalacon, however, descended to the ground, spitting and cursing in frustration. "This was not meant to be! I was meant to win! I am your superior! Your ruler! I... I..."