Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160324182534

''"I bet I could have taken her down.." ''DM bragged, rubbing his shoulder. It was mostly just him lightening the mood.. but in a way, he kind of meant it. His arsenal of techniques were rather limited, in terms of variety and uses per day.. but they were all ruthlessly powerful.

Michi nodded... fast and with bladed weapons.. and the other was a Dragon. "Even amongst powerful spellcasters.. supressing a Dragon is no easy task." Within moments.. her Scrying Pool appeared. It was... smaller than what DM was imagining. Roughly the size of a large tome. It would serve its purpose, no doubt.

"I ask thee, eyes of the World.. reveal onto me she that would dare rise against her Majesty..." With a large concentration of magic.. Michi triggered her "eyes of the World." Anyone she could get an idea of, she could observe. Right now.. she was seeking the Dragon that appeared at the Baphomet's village, and attacked Armstrong. Where was she.. what was she doing... what was she saying...? All of these questions, her Scrying Pool would answer.