// Continuation from here. @magister-verdant // previous threads: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, …)
Tsk.
That is hardly good enough.
*Cyran stands up from his chair and summons his staff. It touches upon the carpet with a heavy *thud* and a pained groan escapes the Court Mages mouth.*
Hgn!
*Faint black fog begins to cover up the ground around them and occasional yellow sparks of magic snap through the air.*
Now - WHAT is it and WHERE is the antidote?!


















