Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-25686329-20150224200452

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This was the training simulator. The mission prep. What sort of magic was being used to spawn this simulation was beyond Ticktania, but her mind rebeled at stagnation; this was giving her adventure, excitement.

She was disguised. Seamlessly disguised as a simple merchant boy. She needed to check on the rest of the squad.

She used the mental communication spell she'd been outfitted with to radio the rest of the operatives.

"Ticktania here. How are things on your end?"