Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160620011855

Magdala steps back from the party and laughs. "What an odd Basilisk. Undead, she is? The person who brought her to life deserves merit. But....."

She hums an ancient tune and in an instant, a gigantic conclave of green flames encircle Jeiel, Doc, Praetor and the Mamonos who are now being freed.

"Step outside and those flames will burn you. Don't bother. They only respond to Ozian spells."

Jeiel fires a blast and it deflects behind him with a crack. "That's settled. We're boxed in."

(Thinks, then stops Tack) Tack, wait. Let's humour her. See what she has in mind.THEN you call YOUR FRIEND.