Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200628123648

Everyone: Cyndwella raises her eyebrow again, having heard everything Morgan has said. The Wisp smiles wide enough that her lips meet her ears.

“Really?” Cyndwella answers in a maniacal tone.

Outside, the Owl mage from the woods Filena was hiding in, lands on a decrepit branch of a dead tree overlooking Marcus.

“Sir Jaghund! There are evil people destroying the town of Nethelim! Filena and Timothy are in trouble! They are hiding in the woods outside the town!” The Owl Mage points her wing in the direction of the town.

“I knew I smelled shit.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “These attackers, what do they look like?!” He shout ups.

“I-I don’t know Sir! You must hurry. Timothy has a large bolt in his shoulder! They can’t last much longer!” The Owl Mage begins to take off. “I will go survey the site!”

As she flies off, Marcus crushes the cigar in his palm, the embers sizzling in his hand. he turns toward the house, his anger awakened. He pushes open the front door and barges into the room with Cyndwella and the others.

“What ya fuckin want!” Cyndwella shouts, annoyed by the intrusion.

“Some assholes are burning down Nethelim. Filena is in trouble.” Marcus answers bluntly.

“Well then, you did smell something.... I think you need to go relocate some fucko’s heads to their asses.” Cyndwella sneers. “Go get ready, I got my own shit ta do.” Cyndwella shifts her eyes to Morgan as Marcus heads to his personal room.