"Yes, transformational manifestation of the portal's energy matrix to a solid... parchment, I believe," mumbled Thothalas, scribbling on his scroll. His calculations for the safety factor of exploding swamp gas and the exact measure of magical pyrotechnics forgotten.
He trudged along through the humid soup of the swamp, and Cadbury busily assembled the components for a flash spell should the need arise.
"I do so hope Stinkwell has a nice tearoom. A good bracing cup of Madaharin Vanilla would just hit the spot. I mean, fighting evil and all is much more civilized after a cup or two and some sweet breads."
Thothalas
--Previous Message-- : As Dan ripped the portal from the surround air, : he heard the distant echo of a yelp of : pain. Oh dear, he thought to himself : remembering the look of pain that had : crossed Zak's face when she had given a : Yarfell portal to Sterling. He looked : down a the piece of paper in his hands. I : probably shouldn't have done that, echoed : his thoughts : "Zak'll probably want this back," : he said folding the piece of paper up and : placing it in his satchel. : : ((OOC: Oops, sorry about that Zak ..I : realized what the Adventurer had done : about two minutes after posting. I don't : envy the lecture he'll get when he meets : up with Zakiyah, again. Everyone else: : Use the dialogue to place this event : temporally in relation to my earlier : post)) : :
