Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5543592-20140918220805

"You alright?" He asked her calmly, sounding slightly concerned.

As Fritjolf spoke he pulled out his blowgun and loaded up a dart. He had five of the little objects, specially made. The weapon itself was inexspensive. The darts were another thing. They had a built in toxic injection; the posion itself being composed of the deadlist substance on the planet:  Jarrin Root. He himself was not worried about such things. His armor was poison resistant and thicker than the dart itself. Which was why a percise shot was always needed when taking down a target. Never knew what they had on.