Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26210095-20161015002246/@comment-26444332-20161025023504

Berry6419 wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Berry6419 wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Asariel looks after Izaak for a moment, then turns to Thomas.

'I feel I have to get back to Egypt... This is where we part ways, I think.' Thomas nods awkwardly.

"Hey, you don't mind if I tag along for a while, do you?" 'Are you sure? It's rather dangerous. You-may-very-well-die dangerous.'

"Um, well... decidedly not. " 'I may have to fight, and I may very well die in the doing. At the very least, I'll give that self-styled Herald of Ra a good hashing before I go. But that is not your path, I think. The other two metahumans in the area might need your help, and there are far worse things than teleporting Egyptians at work in the world.'

With those words, he raises a hand, and a golden ripples of light appears. A hilt sticks through, and Asariel grasps it, pulling out a long arming-sword with simple golden filigree, blue enameling, and a dark blue grip.

'I'll be seeing you,' he says. 'Conceptual Item: Transport.'

With a flash of light, he disappears.

--

Asariel re-appears in Cairo, and immediately keels over, coughing up blood. Sparks fly across his vision, and his sight continually darkens, going in and out of focus.

'I have got to stop doing that...' he murmurs before spitting out a gob of blood mingled with bile. He settles in to wait, sitting propped against a wall in a deserted alleyway, until he's somewhat better.