Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140223183402

(Um, no, she's not.)

Torene hit the stone floor, protected only by the Dragonskin. It kept her from breaking her back, but no more. Her magicka was weakened by constant use and even the babe was exhausted. Pain radiated through her abdomen and she suddenly feared for her child. The thought that she might lose him terrified her. No shield materialized to protect them and the lich advanced on her as she lay there, gasping up at it.

Anwen, gritting her teeth, had managed to make it to her hands and knees and was crawling back out into the corridor to retrieve weapons and armor.