Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200923021937

Ser/Abyss: The Lich's expression does not change. "I'm sure I'll have no trouble finding you a wife that will put that mouth of yours to better use than the waste of breath you currently use it for." She responds. If she didn't seem annoyed before, she doesn't now, but the amount of pressure that the walls are putting on Glen are a sign that she's not very happy. She holds out her hand and magic circles form, gathering power. With another Dragon Zombie absorbed, it occurs to the last two that all their limbs look at each other before nodding. The one that has lost an arm still continues to writhe on the ground, but when the other two take flight and start raining down fireballs onto Straid, she too joins in. There's a crack on the orb.

Tikkit: The Nightmare sighs. "All this trouble for nothing. Well, I suppose it's to be expected. Farewell, and may we not meet again under these circumstances." She says before fading away. Beatrice soon wakes back inside of the town hall office. Nothing looks different and it's not that much later judging from the shadows outside from the sun. Constance didn't seem all that bad, but Beatrice could live just fine never seeing her again.

Sergeant: "Right away sir! Our losses incurred are fifteen injured and only three taken by the enemy forces. I'll relay your orders at once!" The soldier says before leaving to tell the able soldiers..