“Hi Sharon” "Hi, Shaw!" "By the light... " Sharon groaned as the High Elf magi rolled around in the palm of Liaena's hand, looking up at the two giant faces now staring happily down at him. [i]"For a moment, I thought I'd be stuck in there!"[/i] "Thanks for the rescue, girls." Sharon finally said, as he staggered back up to his feet. Giving himself a quick sniff and immediately grimacing, he soon reached down into the pockets of his blue robes covering his plate armor to produce a small, spherical crystal ball. Crushing it in his leather glove, it exploded into a million tiny, blue particles that washed over him. It was like getting a shower before immediately being dried, washing away any stain or odor that may have been on his equipment, staff and hair and leaving him as fresh as the moment he had left the mansion! Looking down at his own figure, now much cleaner and hygienic than the moment before, Sharon smiled to himself and nodded. "Sounds like they're having fun without you, the-heh!" At Rithrynn's comment, Sharon threw a quick glance to the side at Serphia's large ass which was still hovering in the air, and the Captain very much awake and lucid. Raising an eyebrow, Sharon's gaze switched between Rithrynn and Lieana, to focus on the latter. "How did you convin,-" He asked, before lowering his voice, almost whispering as he held a hand up next to his mouth. " ... how did you girls get permission to save me?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The moment the Bloodsworn Runeblade fell into Priestess Thea's hands, she could immediately feel a violent pulse suddenly emanate from the blade to race through her arms and into her body! It was a powerful sensation that seemed to flow from the Runeblade as she held it, stirring emotions long left cold. It was as if her body began to function in defiance of her brain, giving way to a strong mix of both excitement and anger as her heart rate suddenly increased and the blood began to flow more rapidly through her veins. A bitter taste would appear in the back of her mouth, combined with a taste of iron; reminiscent to that of old blood. Thousands of almost microscopic rivers of blood began to appear in the palm of her hands holding the Runeblade, as blood was escaping through the pores of her skin; drawn towards the ice cold steel of the blade as if pulled by an invisible force. As the small drops of blood coalesced into the very metal of the blade, the previously dim runes along the Runeblade began to glow in a haunting red light! It was an exhilarating feeling that filled Thea, making her feel as if she was once again in the prime of her age! Youthful vigor coursed through her body from the blade, and a faint rage began to light like smoldering charcoal inside of her chest, inspiring violent intent. When she looked at the blade in her hands, a faint, almost inaudible whisper began to haunt her mind, appearing to emanate from the blade itself. It spoke in a mystic and seemingly unintelligible language, completely alien to this world! Yet for some strange reason, it was as though she was granted a perfect, intuitive understanding of what the blade said. Despite not being able to comprehend a single word; the meaning was clear! It invited her to grip harder around the black wooden handle of the Runeblade; now warm to the touch; and swing it!