Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190209200037

“The dark magic that I used. I can tell from your response to seeing me casting it that you aren’t unfamiliar with its power...”

“Sure. If you could help us ease her into one of the spare beds that would be appreciated.” Shira slowly lifted the Oni out of the tub, gently drying her off with a towel. “Her wounds may worsen if we aren’t careful.”

“The Order is here?” The slime extended an appendage across the store to some area unseen. When the tendril came back, it was holding a large, matchlock firearm, a trumpet-like barrel at the front end. “I received this as a gift from a Mist Continent ship’s crew. They’re ship capsized, and I gave them food and shelter until they could return to their homeland. This is no ordinary black powder weapon, however.” Another tendril extended somewhere else and came back grasping a firework. “It’s a firework shooter. The called it the ‘boomstick’ or something.”

“Where were you from, sir? I-If you don’t mind me asking.” THe soldier braced himself a little.

“Sweet child,” Menagerie felt a hand on her shoulder. “I... I cannot fathom such a loss... do you know who is doing this?”