Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170105181414

"Shit. HnnNNNNNGH..."

There is a concussion of blue flames, and Hound feels the surge of spirit energy burst from Cyndwella's hand like a tidal wave. When the beam passes over the downed Dwarves, bursts of wispfire appear on their bdies briefly as spirit energy is dumped into them. Almost as one they flop and gasp, coughing up water, as if being shocked awake.

Cyndwella's arms feels lighter in his hand. He looks down, and her body evaporates, the flames spilling out onto the ground and dispersing as they go out. They flicker until they are a small puddle, which gutters for a moment before poofing into a tiny, spherical cage with a tiny, candle-sized blue flame inside.

-sigh- "Can we go home now?" Her tiny voice speaks from the miniscule cage.