Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140223044717

Anwen's eyes fluttered open, then closed. She took stock. She was in agony. Every single square inch of her body hurt. She was no longer in wolf form. That was why she was cold. Her bare body pressed against the cold stone floor. She could hear terrible noises, screeching, screaming, blasts from spells cast, stone falling, shouts--all the terrible cachophony of battle. She could taste blood in her mouth.

Slowly she opened her eyes again. She wasn't sure she could rise--and she needed to, desperately. She needed to retrieve her armor and get back into the fray. Oh gods, how it hurt.