Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-5543592-20131218011322

Daithi rolled from his lying position to cover. He looked down at his leg pauldron: there was a scortch mark, nothing else. He cursed the necromancer for making him have to give his armor a hard scrubbing later. He through his torch at the necromancer. The torch hit it's mark, and the sorcerer went down.

"Bastard..." He muttered indignantly.