Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170709023510

Azarias stands up, throwing his sword into the air. It disappears in a flurry of snowflakes.

'A great thing about spatial magecraft: it can be bound to Sacred Instruments.' he says by way of explanation. 'Get your things; we need to leave.' He looks at Astron. 'Your home is no longer safe. Chimaeric predators will be hunting us, and you by extension. I suggest you join us.'