Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-24530992-20140620214200

They managed to heave rocks off of the doors, leaving a large enough space for people to fit in. Since Tristyc was short and thin, he slipped through. He ran into the throne room, jumping over large chunks of rubble like it was child's play. He saw Pierre standing up, and Vaniel who was still out.

The larger Breton, Vaniel, blinked his eyes. He coughed violently for a few moments, before rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He was out of energy, and he couldn't stand on his own.