Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20140617084929/@comment-24563703-20140620111826

Clock scooted back a bit from Liath. How was he suppose to answer. "Um. . . Well you see. . . We're still at Beacon (I think) but it seems the spell either destroyed the school. . . or did something else. . . I have no clue to what it is." He gulped Liath didn't look happy, though Clock could easily see to why he wouldn't be happy.

"As for what I did. . . I kinda. . . sort of. . . Might have. . . possibely have been a dunce and said the incantaion ten times. . . And concidering where the spell and the book originated from. . . It chewed us and the school up and spat us out. . . I think it also scattered our group."

Clock gave a nervous chuckle. He really didn't know what to do. He didn't have his Lantern to protect him and. . . and the room (or what was left of it) was getting really cold. Clock shivered. The echoing reminants of a yell rattled the ruins around them. "What was that!?" Clock squeaked, backing towards Liath.