Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-5543592-20131218022920

Efmrider wrote: Anwen pried her firs axe out of the shambles and slid both back into their rings. She was panting heavily from exhaustion. Between just recovering from her wound and being blasted by frost, she was trembling and weak. (Anwen's like: "I am SO done with this shit.")