Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170218005009

''"Hahahahaha!" ''

Cyndwella's laugh echoes through the valley, her voice a discordant bell that even the Order army can hear. Her huge cage a sphere of spikes and blades, dripping corrupted Wispfire, its shape has attracted the special attention of the Order bombardiers. She is counting on it.

Floating abover her cage, its side splits like an abyssal maw, the blue flames within raging as of it were alive. It rattles and snaps like a chained predator.

Cyndwella herself has lost all pretense of illusion. Her grinning face and glowing eyes are the vision of a deep, roiling madness that has not surfaced until now.

She shrieks with laughter as a cannonball comes whistling into town. In an instant, in a burst of blue flame, she intercepts the missile, her cage eating it as if it were a snack caught by a pet. Moments later it is spat back at a catapult battery, smashing it with deadly accuracy, its impact blasting a concussive wave of miasma that engulfs and annihilates the soldiers surrounding it.

"Oh, my sweet husband, my dearest black saint," she howls, her cage raining more death upon the army,  ''"Now I know exactly why you sent me here!  This is what you wanted me to do!  May the fear I reap this night please you, and sing sweet to your ears, my love!  AAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" ''