Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20150719005536/@comment-26184570-20150726045637

Everyone hears a possessed, cold, booming voice. It is Galad saying: "Hello, puny little pirate. Would you like to find out what happens when an oversized ball of Castamir's congealed bodily fluids interacts with a servant of Manwe? I was nice enough to get your hopes up, now its my turn!" Galad then summons a huge amount of wind with sharp ice crystals in it. Within a second, Galad's hand is firmly planted on Adunahk's throat, and the horrible wind is filling Adunahk's lungs.