Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-25397276-20150102030959

Uther lies bleeding on the bed. Suddendly, a light shines down from the heavens. Stendarr had mercy upon him. Uther's cut heals, the blood disappears, and he takes a gasp of air. He coughs violently and is quite pale. He rolls over, weak, and gets out of bed. He heads outside. He walks around town, looking for anyone who needs help. Of course, he is a Paladin. Paladins help people right? He sees no one to help. He sighs, wondering what he's doing with his life. He sits down in front of the tavern and reads through his magic book, studying new spells.