Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20160422183133

Dizzt sank low in his chair, waiting for his pairing to be announced over the small loud speaker that typically we used for these sparring matches. A small beep could be heard nearby as his scroll went off signaling it was time for his medicine. He produced a small pill bottle from his inner breat pocket shook two small red orbs free before knocking them back like the many times he had before.

He slipped his hands into Quetzalcoatl's Wings slowly feeling the comforting cool from the metal of his weapon of choice. he idly fiddled with the gyroscopes, making sure that they were turning frely and properly.

''i hate this class... Not as bad as Communication though....'' 