Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-12599067-20141228163656

As the marauders fled the scene, Talnarach reversed his grip on his spear and threw it at a straggler with surprising speed and accuracy. It hit it's mark, piercing one man's chest almost perfectly through his sternum and sending him crashing to the ground. Without a word, the Reachman went to reclaim it as the company regrouped, the deer's skull mask betraying no emotion whatsoever.

Makoru spun his sword, flicking the blood on his blade onto the ground as he looked about. He was sweating and there was some ash and grime on his face from fighting in close proximity to the bonfire, and he'd pulled down his hood and facemask to try and cool off, but it didn't help much. Still, he tried to ignore the heat and made his way back to the group, looking concerned, probably because of the situation they had found themselves in.

"Do you think Maven could've survived this? Ran off somewhere, maybe?" Makoru asked, although it was more for hopeful thinking than anything.