Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161126030800

They find no-one. By this point, the sloop is nearly out of the harbor, but the spellcasters still are there, magic gathering in their hands like furious red torches.

'Alister, with me!' Avrel shouts, raising one hand, the electric blue light of Faerin magic in his palm. Then, oddly enough, rather then chanting a spell, he begins a a children's rhyme. 'See Saw, Margery Daw, Jack shall have a new master;' At this point Alister picks up the rhyme, the silvery-blue light of Night-Imperial spellcasting surging from his hands. 'Jack shall earn but a penny a day, because he can't work any faster!' With that, the Dannerfall mages are bombarded with silver-blue firebolts from above, but there are no apparent spell-circles to be seen. 'An Unbounded Spell...' Avrel murmurs, obviously weary now. 'I hate doing those.' And with that, the sloop slips out of the bay and onto the high seas, free from the Empire of Dannerfall.