Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-12599067-20131218024125

('You're not you when you're hungry.')

The last necromancer didn't even have time to shriek before Jack cut his throat. He looked about the room. "Looks like that was the rest of them. Daithi, Paris, Anwen, help me get this out, if you would." he said, trying to dig the chest out already. A few bones fell from the top of the pile in a foreshadow-y kind of way.