Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170420000238/@comment-26545936-20170421014626

Everybody that was semi-close to Whiskey's room, would hear a women's anguished unending cries coming out of it.

Brunta is gripping her head, visions contuinally assualting her mind of everything, replayed over, and over, and over.

Elice on the otherhand is switching between looking horrified at her and herself.

"D-did... Did I? I can't... even cast that h-high level magic!"