Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-5543592-20131217041702

Efmrider wrote: (Good night, everyone.  Work tomorrow and I am still sick.)

Anwen yanked the dustwalker away from Claudius and decapitated it. She felt a sting in her back and looked down to see the tip of a sword protruding from her abdomen. She screamed and threw herself forward before the sword could slice across and do any more damage. She fell, hands pressed against the wound. Daithi ran over to Anwen, "I guess everyone isn't alright," He grumbled. He pulled bandages from his pack and began wrapping the wound.

(I should probably go too, I need to get up early tomorrow.  Nighty night)