Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160930192835/@comment-26517142-20161115081511

Gertrude's ears prick. SHe was listening - and now she was infuriated as ever. "I have made up my mind, Wiccen."

"What are you talking about?!" Baba Yaga rambles as she waves her hand. The earth trembles nervously underneath the Nome King's feet, but thanks to her ability as a Nome she was steadfast.

"I will no longer seek the side of the Wiccen. Of anyon  in OZ. We, the Nomes, will rise as an independent nation. BELAY ruling OZ. I will create a LAND.. for my own KIND!"

"YOU INGRATE!"

Magic circles appear underneath Gertrude...

...

....and she spirals into the Mireur, disappearing as she hits the water....

"SO is the loss of the NOME KING!!!" Baba Yaga cackles in delight.

Orynx: How... dare she.. (fists shaking)