Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-5543592-20140221015716

The fire ball blasted the listener in the stomach, around the intestines. The Night Mother's chief conversationalist screamed in pain as her armor was scorched off at the stomach, taking some flesh with it too. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing, covered in her own gore, and charred, but very much still alive.

Emrey stood up straight, catching his breath. He twirled his sword in his hand as he approached the Listener.

"Curvos made me work hard for that one.  Whew.  How much was he paying you to throw your life away?  Two, three thousand?  Lady, we're out of you're league." He held the edge of his blade to the Listener's throat, but didn't slice.

"Would you like to do the honors Brighid?" His eyes were questioning her. It wasn't that he wanted her to do it, it was that he wanted to see if she would do it.