Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140311022946

When the group finally clambered up the ladder that led back into the chapel, the church was dead silent except for the crackling of flames. No foes awaited them, and the fires were already dying as a light drizzle began to fall over the Great Forest.

Neither Claudius nor Jack greeted them, however. Claudius was currenly hunched over a limp form, cursing as he forced potions down Jack's throat. The Breton was a ghastly pale, and a ghastly axe wound had cut through his armored tail coat, and his breathing was rather shallow.

Claudius, meanwhile, had ditched the potions and switched to healing spells, and paid no attention to the group as they crawled up the hatch one by one.