Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161013162927

Jeiel scrambles to get better footing in the net. "This darn net.. is made of magic-seeping vines- can't burst my way through - "

"JEIEL!"

Amihan appears through the clearing.

"Oh good, Amihan! Need some help here -"

"We have  a problem, Jeiel-master. " She admits. He adjusts his vision and sees her being held fast by a brown-skinned man in tribal tattoos. His obsidian sharpstone of a knife gleams beneath the Sylph's throat.

Cire realizes they are slowly being approached by more of the natives. With fierce eyes, they raise spears in their direction.

"Uh... we come in peace. " Jeiel blurts out.