Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180201024218

(BT) "Hahahahaha!"

Arden shifts in his seat as the crystal drops through the floor with a plip, the falling droplets from the splash giving a resounding plop.

"Fair point Sir Jorge. Even that wretched corpse met you in person. Verywell..."

Arden stands, hoisting his mace to his shoulder as he approaches Jorge, "I have business in Frossenbjan, and while it is not officially part of Whitemarch I doubt you would risk a trip there for a meeting. Meet me a month from now at the Etrugian western border, at the Soilheart inn on the road into the Barsha Crags. This will be your chance to meet me, but know I have no time for another."

He bows with his arm out like in a show of mock respect, "Good day Jorge. Do try and enjoy the rest of the festivities."

The air around Arden rushes towards Jorge and he feels a shock enough to force him back, but as his back hits the ground he hears the sand crunch beneath him. He was back on the lonely island, sitting exactly where he was when he grabbed the crystal with the only change being he's effectively slammed himself into the sand behind him. He feels a bit of the water rush up past his neck, forcing a bit of sand and the cool fluid into his metal shell.