User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-9204260-20150211023346

Serra's ship finally landed in Vanhoover, having been delayed by reports of a disasterous storm at sea. When she exited the ship and entered the harbor, she retrieved her communicator and turned it on, putting the wrong end - the sound-outputting end - to her mouth, and she spoke.

"I am ready for mine transportation back to thy HQ, if thou art available to do such."

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Folderol looked at the towerling.

"Stone Soup," he referred to the minotaur beside him, "your magic is expended, but I need one more thing from you. A magic fills the air just as it does the deep sea- just not nearly as strong. If we are to use the Omnispell again, we must withdraw the magic from up here- or, to be more precise, the less-expended-by-daily-use magic up there." he pointed high into the sky.

"I understand." Stone Soup nodded. With that, he clentched his fist, than shot it upwards. The ground slowly rumbled, then a tower wholly of stone started to rise beneath the tower shard, raising it. A minute later, Stone Soup collapsed in exhaustion and fell into a deep, sudden rest, while Folderol looked up and grinned at the newly-raised tower. That will most certainly do.