Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140805025315/@comment-24301343-20141119192007

Drizzt looked around and found the same lack of damage that Clyde had, and that familiar pit in his stomache returned to him, ever so suddenly as he listened to the wind rustle through the branches of the trees above them.

"Clyde..... Something tells me we're gonna ned a bigger boat. And maybe some form od grenade launcher."

As he spoke the hair on Drizzt's neck stood on end, the air feling almost electric... as if something had recently been hit with a massive jolt of the stuff.