Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20170805183936

'No, that sounds like-' Azarias begins, before another shriek resonates, followed by the sound of thunder. The acrid scent of discharged lightning wafts towards them, around a curve in the road and hidden by a grouping of rocks. More shrieks accompany it, before a freezing wind blows through and speeds it away.

'If I know my magecraft- and I'm fairly certain I do -that isn't...' he murmurs, before he half-smiles and starts walking again. 'Come on, then. We're off to see a couple of witches.'