Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160902014152

"Ozma, I promise we'll make this right. Lucida, stick close to me, honey." Ibrahim raises his hands and casts the ward. The runes on Lucida's body glow a bright red as she focuses on her father.

Praetor leads the group down and around the other side of the cliff overlooking the city. Wildfires rage almost everywhere they turn. Using a blast of ice, Ibrahim cuts a path through some of them.

"This might actually work to our advantage," he says, his voice raised over the flames. "It might keep everything else away from us."

There is a thud and a whooshing sound. Beyond the ruins, where the fires aren't, a huge projectile is lobbed towards the Palace. On the other side of the ruined wall, where it came from, they can hear the bellowing of the giant Lieutenants as they give orders to load load the trebuchets. It seems some of the huge siege engines are nearby...