She stares at Berethor, his sword still pointed in the air towards nothing. She is still uncertain as to what he'll do next.
But as she was about to reach Berethor and Laguna to talk it out, she then facepalms at Joel's comment, but also makes a heavy chuckle at what he said.
Reginald reached Berethor and put him in a headlock, holding his sword arm in place with one arm and holding his neck with the other. "Alright, now that I have your attention, you are going to answer some questions for us." "If Berethor here co-operates, talking is all I intend to do!" Reginald shouted at Laguna.
OoC: I'm back... I thought eating dinner would be longer... guess not.
Acier Beowulf and Rein Weissritter land with a thud on the ground near Berethor. Beowulf's shoulder claymore opened to be fired, while Rein Weissritter has the Howling Rifle in X Mode.
"You want to try that again?" harshly asked Charlotte.
"Wait, this will do it." Dromaeus said, walking up behind Berethor.
"ISS SHLEN NUSH!!!" he shouted, but nothing happened. He stared in confusion for a moment.
"ISSSHlen NUS!!!" Again nothing happened. He snarled.
"Damn it. He was supposed to freeze. Well, that is all I have. You lot can figure it out. Seeing AEanna and Erica, he went to them. AEanna started to accept Erica's offer, but then Dromaeus approached unsubtly.
"So, Spirit!" he said loudly, lighting his pipe. "Tell us what has happened since we left for Skyrim!"
"Necromancy is a heinous and vile form of magic. These warriors died in battle and they should not have been raised. It is an insult and a disgrace." he said firmly as he was held by Reg.
In a faraway universe, on a moon orbited a blue planet, sits a green library. As its sole denizen watches as the earth implodes upon itself, she smiles, or rather, she would, if she had a mouth. The library ceases to exist in a flash of green light, leaving behind a lonely satellite and a field of ghosts.
Meanwhile, in another time, and another space, another group of heroes from across the realms go about their business. Upon their moon there is another flash of green as a relic from the old joins the new, and if where to be listening, they would hear the sound of a typewriter as it?s occupant announces her presence to another, one who had met The Librarian before, if only briefly.
On the blue planet below, the wolf know as Joel answers his phone, and reads its sole message.
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