Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160830131436

The boy stares deeply at the group. He slips off, that newborn fondling, and as he moves Ozian Dragons and Dragons are derailed and knocked out of their feet. Matris faints, the effort of giving birth wearing her out.

"Matris!" Ansherine shakes her shoulders. Ersha puts a hand on her shoulder to make her stop.

"THAT IS NOT REAL." She quivers.

Sebyl, blood curdling from the sight that beheld her, turns to Ibrahim. "I implore you. Whatever we have seen, we will know the truth for ourselves later. That boy's ... clearing us a path. We need to return..."

"To OZ." Ozma curls her fist. "I'm coming with you all. Me and Sebyl."

Haia rearms herself with her axe. "And me. Alcamarie... and whoever's responsible for this... will pay the price."