Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-5583506-20140525233735

She took cover in the shadow of the ancient temple and rested up for a bit. Her mind wandered away to distant memories of her sister, Lilja. Where was she now? Was she safe? Her little sister meant everything to her, and she had no intention of becoming an undead before she could confirm that her sister had survived the outbreak.

She peeked at her ankle. It was all swollen and ached for every move she tried to make with her leg. "Troll's blood", she cursed silently. "Looks like I aint gonna get that far after all."

This was one of the moments where she actually regretted her hostility towards magic. Some healing powers sure would have come in handy by now. She shoved the tip of Frostbite down into the ground and leaned on the huge greatsword.

"I imagine I must look pretty stupid like this", she murmured quietly to herself, having had no one else to talk to for quite a while. "But sometimes you've just got to swallow that pride of yours and keep going, no matter what the outcome may be."