*gently plants his feet on the tactical dreadnought as he takes a seat on his sofa* Just keep still, I need to stretch my legs.
*Meanwhile, two hooded minor Telepaths and their charge make planetfall. Their charge is a well build Human male with robes around his lower regions and nothing else save for a headband, necklace and bracers all made of silver, each piece playing host to a perfectly smooth oval gem that lets off a strange psychic hum* Teleptah 1: "It's time to test the new inhibitors." Telepath 2: "Indeed. Indrus, show us what you can do!" Indrus: "Grrrrrr..."
*yawns and shouts* Du'un! You owe me a new sofa. And don't even think about using your magicks against me, I'll have the Hounds on your neck.
*Reappears in another cloud of fire.* *You hear a voice coming out of Marculario's armor that says: "And no more getting your arms ripped off!"* Alright, flesh. It's always odd to get an arm ripped off.
*gently pushes the Malalian mortal away with one finger* Hold on, Du'un is here and he owes me a sofa.
Too bad your brass collar will not protect you from his biomancy... Not anymore. Things have changed.
