Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170413125622

Azarias shakes his head.

'Wind won't work. The spell is less "mist" and more "illusion".'

After a moment of shrieking, Slade's spear is torn through the roof, and a pale yellow eye looks through the hole. Azarias curses softly.

'I recognize that handiwork,' he says after a moment. 'When they start to come, take them through the heart to kill them.'