Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-5647250-20160515163542/@comment-5647250-20160622012508

(A large shadow passes over the table as the Greywings circle before landing behind Yriscal, their size finally being put into perspective.  The sandstorm stops as the brown and black one, Roc, stops flapping his wings)

Crocus:  *his metal beak creaking*  It has been a long time father. We are at your command.

Yriscal:  Good. The show will soon begin. And I will tell you all, *turns back to the table*  what it is I've planned.

(The one eyed Greywing starts laughing)