Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131211044317/@comment-12599067-20131213010046

Jack quietly closed the door behind him and stepped down the stone stairs, taking a moment to observe the cold cellar. Bales of hay and a few practice dummies were strewn about the room, and another stinking Chaurus shell sat in the middle of the room. With a grunt of effort, he moved it aside and place a hay bale in front of the gaping hole in the wall.

He then turned to a practice dummy and stood it up against the wall, then quickly took off his tail coat and set it on another bale. His netch leather armor glinted dully (that's a word, right?) in the dim light of the basement. He drew a set of throwing knifes and impaled the dummy, letting his fury towards the necromancers slowly drift away.

Claudius continued to mix brews.