"Lawbiter isn't a islusion; how else could he ride?" Morgoth nagged as they rode. "My beautiful black horse can gallop through the fields!"
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"Lawbiter isn't a islusion; how else could he ride?" Morgoth nagged as they rode. "My beautiful black horse can gallop through the fields!"
Serrin snapped his fingers. Immediately, the horse disappeared, then reappeared next to Morgoth lying prone on the ground. "He's an illusion. Got it?"
Morgoth looked at his horse with sorrow. Then, he forgot the horse, grabbed his two shortswords and charged at Serrin. "MURDERER!"
"These horses are made from the dust that exist around us. They are real matter, yet in all extensive purposes they are not truely horses, and therefore are called illusions by mages." Bakker explains to Morgoth as he sits waiting for this argument to cease. "All these summoning spells work on that principle."
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Morgoth stopped short. "You do realize I'm about to hit Serrin, right?"
((Lying prone - dead.))
Cale stopped his horse. "Stop arguing lets go."
"Yeah, I noticed that, but something tells me you won't manage to kill him in one strike, so I'd just heal him up if you hit him. Just more training for me. :)"
((And by the way, you were the one lying prone, the horse is standing next to you.))
"Or, I could kill you first, then pulverise him," Morgoth snickered.
"If you even tried that, there would be a couple zombies eating your brains in a split second. Let's just go." He turned around and began trotting Night Rider along the path covered in goblin footprints.