Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731060443

Dee's face melts with gratefulness. "You're all right, shanks." She breathes out a sigh of relief. "But I gotta warn ya, this'll be an all-out assault.   If we do this, there's a chance that the holdouts could come out and even the odds for us, but there's thousands of the dead.  Lots of those big ones, too, and ones on horses."

"Still, Sir Praetor's idea is not without merit," Melandil says. "We will essentially have to destroy the drill and make sure the group escapes.  We will have to..."

Melandil looks down at Praetor's belt pouch. "What is that?  What have you got in there?"

The pouch with his trophies is glowing, dark energy dripping from it...