Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160930192835/@comment-26517142-20161116084215

Baba Yaga: ??!?!?!

The WIccen's face gets blasted away by a force equal to an awakened volcano blasting pyroclasts. She is sent careening over half a mile away before boring straight past a forest and causing its inevitable collapse.

"Thanks." Planes tells her.

Orynx: You have to make a choice now, Planes. Here and now. They need you.

Planes was left, speechless...