C50 Unloading

“Please tell me you got this,” Priestess Paila warned as she scooped up the hem of her robes and her long furry tail and held them up like a frightened housewife from the 50’s.

“I got it, I got it. Priest Beren settled as he aligned the tripod in the center of the dusty room. There was a pulse of energy, a whiff of ozone, and then a blue wall originated on one side of the warehouse. As it passed