Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160215171332

"Wah! No-no-no!" The fairy came back to her senses, realizing she was magical. With a chaste smile to Grigor Armstrong, the Fairy cast Ethereal Body on herself, suspecting she'd slip right out of his grasp.

DM stood alone on the bridge... flabbergasted. "....." His mouth was slack-jawed.. he seemed to be stuck in a loop...

"Where may I find the burial site of common sense?" When he asked this question.. he was calm. "It's very obvious they died a long time ago!" As he shouted this, he was losing himself to frustration. He then turned to Moor Dread's ghostly fireball, seriousness in his eyes. "I ask for just a brief instant, you cast your glance away from me. I must pull a certain gentleman out of the Abyss."