Alexandra~~~
Alexandra's eyes flickered to Tamris' arm, watching the glow for a moment. Glancing at her Dice cup, Alexandra then looked at Tam. "Perhaps you have won. Perhaps you haven't." Seeing as her left arm was hidden in the folds of her cloak, Tam couldn't see what she was doing; fashioning dice herself. Seeing she could mold wood, she had grabbed a small chunk from the bottom of the table and was currently etching die holes into the small block of wood. Reaching over her left arm this time to examine her cup, Alexandra glared at the cup with hooded eyes, simultaneously pushing the extra die through the wood and extracting the other one the same way, without ever lifting the cup. "Is it my turn again?" She said quietly, frowning as her sword starting to pulse with a soft glow.
Michael~~~
Michael looked at Zepporah impassively. "You are welcome, half-dragon. I am Michael, archangel, commander of the thirteen holy armies, undefeated swordsman. At least... I was." streams of gold liquid-like light streamed out of Michael and he reverted back to the silver haired, bumble-headed brute of a man that he was. "So you say you like this form better. I will oblige." His voice grated like two stones colliding. "I was headed no where... to be more specific, my goal was to head to the most holy ground I could find, but knew not where to start. Perhaps you know something?" he said, turning to Zepporah with the softest, most pleading expression on his face, something extremely out of place with his gargantuan appearance. "Please do say if you have any hints about this holy ground. I must get there." A flicker of hardness shone in Michael's eyes.










