09-18-2012, 05:25 PM
Firbolg in the Playground
Join Date: May 2011
Re: The Wheel Weaves... [IC]
Luran started to flail in terror, but he couldn't move his body, as if frozen in ice. Eyes wide, he struggled uselessly against his bonds as the woman turned her attention to them. Unfortunately, her questions meant absolutely nothing to him.
Once the bonds loosened on his throat and mouth, he gasped, "I don't know what you're talking about! We weren't sent by anyone! Release us!"
Gazing about, his eyes caught on the weapons, resting for a moment on the bizarre spear-like one. Unable to do anything but think, he remembered what the boy was doing earlier. Perhaps if Kannet could do the 'impossible' then Luran could to. He focused on the spear, seeing it fly through the air and strike the woman from behind.
Posting as normal - weekends are limited, weekdays are good!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Fare thee well, N_R ... you will missed!