Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171116051832

Jorge stands there in awe as the arrows and blue forces simply move past him as if he were not there. Horses simply alter their path as if avoiding a large stone in their path. The dust the passing cavalry left swirls past and around him as if even they did not know he was there.

"Can they not hear us?"


 * No. No one can see us. Not even her...

Jorge extends his leg and trips a passing Blue watching as they look around for the stone that felled them, but just as quickly as they fell they get back up and continue forward as if nothing had happened.


 * Just do not move to quickly. Keeping such a sphere of silence is quite taxing on my mind.

"Is there any way you can just make us semi transparent? I don't want to put you under more stress than nescessary. Wait. Are you speaking to me? I can hear you?"


 * Tarry not an explination cohort, for even I do not know why we can communicate. As for our Lordship... It appears that he has not yet recuperated from HER attack.

Jorge crouches down as he makes his way into the brush, the leaves and grass listing lazily as he passes over them. He goes prone in the underbrush as his form slowly rematerializes into the arena as a dull silver specter.