Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190211002428

“My... my spectacles...” The Oni’s voice went from a confused whisper to a worried hoarseness. “I c-can’t see without them!” She coughed violently, her throat raw as if she had been screaming. Shira slithered over and gently placed a hand on the Oni’s cheek, softly caressing it. “You’re very, very wounded right now. We’ll find your spectacles, but you must rest.” The Oni sighed as she closed her eyes again, and the Shirohebi looked out the window once more. “The Arch Magus is the only one who might find those glasses.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before dragging yourself into this!” The Zombie ran at Vez’nan’s charge before sliding under his legs, popping up from behind him.

“Yes sir.” The captain mounted his Wyvern and saluted once more. “May the Chief God be with us.” He’d say before flying off to do as the prince had commanded.