03-19-2019, 03:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2019, 03:46 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
Selina, thanks to the heroism of Tomeal, makes it back to the blessed ‘stability’ of the airship. Gripping the railing with a deadman’s (deadwoman’s?) grip, she trembles as she slowly clambers over, not wanting to ponder just how close she came to meeting her goddess far too early. Her metal armor clinks and clamors as she hoists herself onto the deck, landing with a loud thump. Now sure of her footing, she looks at the nearest mephit and glares at it.
“This will not end well for you or your ilk.”
[[Boards ship at E7. She allows Tomeal to take the enchanted bow, he’d probably do better with it anyway.]]
“This will not end well for you or your ilk.”
[[Boards ship at E7. She allows Tomeal to take the enchanted bow, he’d probably do better with it anyway.]]