Post by Rhyad on Jun 23, 2009 6:58:44 GMT -5
Rhyad felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as soon as the doomed island of Tayr Al Ramad was out of the Apocalypse sight. He grasped the tiller confidently, glancing to the sky that now was as clear as a crystal.
"I hate magic." he muttered, shivering at the thought of the magical storm created by Plunkett latest lover around the Apocalypse. Luckily the weather went back to normal before they could set sail to leave the bay: it would have been a great deal for the Apocalypse, leaving those rocky cliffs while fighting against the wind and the waves.. maybe, just maybe, the witch didn't want to sink them after all.
Not yet, at least.
He sighed again, shaking his head before planting his eyes to the sea.
"I hate magic." he muttered, shivering at the thought of the magical storm created by Plunkett latest lover around the Apocalypse. Luckily the weather went back to normal before they could set sail to leave the bay: it would have been a great deal for the Apocalypse, leaving those rocky cliffs while fighting against the wind and the waves.. maybe, just maybe, the witch didn't want to sink them after all.
Not yet, at least.
He sighed again, shaking his head before planting his eyes to the sea.