Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24.114.107.128-20140531131147

(well pretedn that fight never happenned)

Ferrin finished his drink, (he never got the drink thrown at him.) and left the bar. As he wandered the streets, he merged his mind with the ethereal. It hurt, but he had to learn what happened. As he filled his mind with the knowledge of pistols, he smiled. After a day, he learned all that he had missed. Well not all, but enough to understand how the technology worked. Ferrin returned and found his leg to be dripping yellow ooze from where the bullet had hit. He knew that he had to heal it. However, this bullet seemed to be coated with poison. It would take a while. In the middle of the street, Ferrin began to cast am extremely tiring healing spell. He would have to take a while, he knew. He was not so powerful that he could fix a bullet wound in mere seconds. (Ferrin can still snap teleport, but not while attacking. and please, if you play a god, at least tell me. You said magi so i thought a wizard like ferrin would be hwat you brought in.)