Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171206205912

(General) Cirelle reachedls deep into her belt satchel and pulls something large out, its lip stretching to accommodate a bulky, rectangular shape. With a tug, she finally pulls the magic grimoire free and flips it open, mumbling to herself.

"Let's see...haven't had to use this one since my academy days...wouldn't be surprised if---AHA! Here we go."

Scrunching up her face in disgust, she claps the book shut and raises her staff.

"Malleus inis estus IGNIS!"

She points the staff. Instantly, a ball of flame bursts into existence, floating in the air.

"EEEEK! Fire!  FIIIIIRE!!"

The Opalines immediately panic. Almost as one, they begin to scream and flee, scattering in all directions, but scrambling to get as far away from the fire as possible.

Cirelle points her staff again, and again, causing balls of flame to appear, and every time, the Opalines flee in a different direction.

Soon, there are many flames in the air, and the Opalines are fleeing en masse, in a very specific direction, herded by their terror of being burned again. Cirelle floats along with them, causing little bursts of flame to appear wherever the Opalines start to stray, as if she were some sort of shepherdess.

I hope this works and that we get there in time...