Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180405003116

"Yes, I know that you kind can revive. I am counting on it."

Tirush tosses the lord into a flying arc again, but this time, she doesn't catch him.

He drops like a stone. They are so far up, it doesn't seem like they are falling, the only sensation of it evident in the wind rushing past, but they are indeed. She tucks her wings and falls with him, upside down, head first, mere feet from him as they plummet together.

"I am thinking that the magic iron that is around your wrists will not let you come back very easily, yes?" She shouts over the wail of the wind. "Perhaps it will, but not as you wish. Or perhaps it will not.  I am hoping you will come back, yes.  I will enjoy dropping you again and again, as it will be something I have not done before.  My daughters will enjoy hearing this story, I am thinking, of the lordling worm who splattered for twenty days and twenty nights, over and over again.  It will not sound very good for you, no."

Despite the situation and the fact that Tirush has to raise her voice, she speaks rather casually. They have fallen enough now that the ground does indeed appear to be getting bigger, with perhaps a half minute left before impact.