Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150818221936

The figure of a kneeling girl materialised at the entrance to the cathedral. With a sigh, she closed the book that had been opened on the ground in front of her and stood. This was, of course, the daughter of the Wicked Witch of the East and Angeline's begrudging friend. Nys entered the crumbling building and called out, her voice echoing, "Quilt girl?".

Dammit, Angeline, she thought, investigating the room she was in. From somewhere deep in the heart of the cathedral, a noise that sounded like falling rocks could be heard. Not that it was any of her business.