Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-24696651-20141005205254

Dande regained consciousness. The pain was awful, his right leg was useless, and he was trapped in the Godforsaken ruin. He still couldn't bring himself to look at his right leg, but he had to.

He gasped. It had completely destroyed the bone, and he could see a mess of gristle and blood and muscle. He'd lost a lot of blood. He needed to get out of here, but he could hear people approach. Maybe if he played dead? Quickly, he fumbled for a healing potion and a blue mountain flower. He applied the potion, but he couldn't take his leg of the spike. The people would realise that he'd moved, and besides, it might be stopping blood loss. He chewed the flower to numb the pain, but he could still feel hot daggers of pain. He laid back, trying to appear lifeless, and hoped no one would notice. _______________________________________________________________________________________ "I'm sorry, Ynsgar, but I'm trying best," the healer said. "He's in the hands of the Gods."

"Trying isn't good enough!" Ynsgar shouted. He shouldn't have shouted, he knew, but he felt guilty about shooting Jak. He didn't mean to, he told himself. If he hadn't intervened, Jak'd be dead, he told himself. But his guilty conscience was listening to his rational mind. He prayed Jak would survive.