Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160902024222

There is a bellowing roar from the courtyard. Praetor peeks around the corner.

A dragon has landed in the clearing. It circles around the group of Oblations, belching flame. The ones that escape fly backwards, pelting it with rockets. It shrieks and shakes itself, then takes off after them.

"Xena...where are you?" Ibrahim mutters.

Praetor looks up. Beyond, the Emerald Palace has broken free from the ground and is rising, slowly. Friend and foe alike fall into the chasm, running as some of the surrounding peripheral ground gives way and collapses. Their window of opportunity is closing...