Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20161013172818

The gun fires. Its magic missile rockets to Anansin, and she shuts her eyes, anticipating the deathblow-

=Nah-ah-ah...=

The magic missile suddenly fades - reappears in an area behind Praetor's house and blasts through, leaving a smoldering crater. Anansin's face is kicked down, smothered into the grated roof plates. And above her... was the red Mindflayer.

"Alcamarie."

"Forcing this gent to kill you? Tut, tut. You can't die yet, Dreamweaver." Alcamarie grabs for her throat and squeezes it, making her gasp for air. "The only one who has the right to make you retire from your craft is me, your master."

Dropping the Atlach from her grip, she smiles at Praetor. "So! What's new?  Jeiel was here moments ago, and that made me run to see him. Ahh... sadly I couldn't see him at the precipice of madness, about to rip all that remained of you into flesh and bones.."