Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-29038468-20190513145702

Ophelia collapses and falls motionless.

I pull away from the Fear Maker. "She's not much help, all I got were orders from a being capable of speaking multiple dialects. She and the rest of her mindless soldiers followed some queen. Last thing I got are the feeling of looking at a giant crow." I explain.