Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160722133654

Praetor comes to the little entourage. Off to one side, Melandil helps a weakened but recovering Aabi, who seems unaffected by the shockwave, to her feet. Melandil himself is not in the best shape, and moves slowly.

And then he sees their bodies.

Regina. Ferra. Aegis. All sprawled on the ground, their bodies dull, their eyes staring passively at nothing, their essences gone. And he sees Aurum, the knife still clutched in her hand...

There is a rustling. Praetor tenses himself...

The branches part slowly,  and Lucida's terrified, tear-streaked face peeks out.