Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-26191607-20171121122423

Scythe leads into the room, his hand resting on the hilt of the magic sword. The door closes behind them. Elonore and Silvia wait behind, magic circling around their joined hands ready to break down the door if needed. A spectral dragon swoops down from the void that passed for a ceiling.

"I welcome you." A telepathic voice shouts through Scythe's mind, and he assumes Angie hears the same. "You, soldier, shall not speak unless you're addressed directly. Lay my sword down." Scythe nods and he places the sword on the ground. "Patchworks, step forward."