Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140506012027/@comment-6006054-20140513234254

The party ran until they reached a safe distance from the College of Whispers. They were now in a forest again. Nahlgaaf's ragged panting was replaced by a violent coughing fit. He sat down at the base of a tree, and a thin rivulet of blood had slipped its way out from the the bottom edge of his mask.

Breldon was more or less fine. Nahlgaaf's breach of the wall had sent shards of stone flying, and one had caught him along the cheek. The wound was extremely minor, and Breldon healed it. He glanced around to make sure everyone else was uninjured.