Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-11457306-20140821230544

Rhiannon was no light maiden. She didn't come off seat first or slide easily. 150 pounds of muscle and 50 pounds of armor and weaponry toppled forward on top of the bandit. (I really gotta get some pictures up.  Rhiannon is a sight to see.) Rhiannon snarled, sat up and drove her greatsword through the man's chest.

Anneken continued to throw fireballs, backing off to avoid being grabbed by bandits or Silver Bloods.

Brih held still while Galadir healed her leg and simmered. She was really angry with Eogan.

Rope slithered around, tripping the enemy up and choking a few of them to death.

Brighid sent out a few blasts of lightning and then went to her knees again, gasping. She wondered if she had caught something--Ataxia, Rockjoint, Bonebreak Fever, gods knew there were any number of ailments she could have gotten. She'd always been very healthy and wasn't used to being sick. She knew if Emrey didn't pay attention to the fight, he was going to get hurt--or she was. "Defend us while I get back to a safe range, Lee," she panted. "I must be sick."