Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-24942837-20140622230818

Octavian told the others, "I'll try first, since I don't think any of you are willing to." He walked forward, and was immediately impaled in his left arm by a black, corrupt, writhing tenticle, and surged upward, still hanging. He tried getting it off, but it wouldn't budge. "Go... without me!" He yelled. "I'll.. get this... off!" He continued to struggle in getting it off.