*Nanna, an old craven of a witch, starts writing runes in the earth.* He is gone... Although... Perhaps... We should hire him to work for us... ... Maybe... (View Post)

*Nanna, who has been in a sullen grump on the back of Fiora's broom, muttering to herself the words hypocrisy, distraction and shadow, suddenly becomes alive at Fiora's words.* Because he is an outca… (View Post)

*Nanna blinks at the corpses.* A distraction. An elaborate distraction... *Nanna picks up the wand, then fondles her necklace of fireballs lovingly.* As I walk in the shadows of death I will fly like… (View Post)

I can't save you... *Nanna casts fireball at the largest concentration of Orcs.* (View Post)

*Nanna looks at the concentration of Orcs.* I... Can't... *A fireball builds in Andaweena's hands.* I... Can't... (View Post)