Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20200121202712/@comment-44327632-20200124215117

(Ok idk I'll just say Isa goes there I guess)

Isadoras' Imparter vibrated in her cape pocket, and she pulled it out. A message from the Council flashed across her screen, saying something about a meeting. She sighed She was so fed up with the Council always ordering her around. Isadora reluctantly reached into her pocket, digging for her pathfinder, which of course was really limited, because that's the Council. She held it up, wishing whatever they wanted this time wasn't horrible, but that wasn't likely. She was left wondering as she stepped into the light and it whisked her away.....