Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140307011720/@comment-11457306-20140311024253

Anneken pulled her dagger and made a small incision in the chest, just enough to get the point of the blade down to the arrowhead. Forsworn did not use metal tips and she dared not leave a fragment of it in the chest, poison soaked as it was. Pushing her forefinger from the other hand down into the hold she felt until she had her fingertip under the arrowhead. She pulled upward on the shaft while lifting with her finger as well. She felt the razorsharp tip cut her finger. But the head was out, intact. She cast it aside and lay both hands on the chest wound to cast her strongest healing spell. Golden light surrounded Galadir and her own hands, healing her cut--but doing nothing to help the poisoning of them both. As she finished, she felt her own tongue swelling and dizziness over taking her. She dropped to the floor.

"Gods! Anneken!" cried Brighid, still performing her task and unable to reach her sister.

(I gotta go too for a minute.  BRB.)