Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140614020426

Blood must have gotten into Emrey's lungs, because some was leaking in a slow trail out of his mouth. This also meant their was a puncture wound. The healing spells were working quite effectively, and the wound blood flow was slowing. However, magic can only do so much, and Emrey was already looking quite pale.

Eogan looked stricken as he watched the three mages work. "It'll be a miracle if he makes it." Muttered the Reachman.

Emrey looked disoriented, as if he wasn't quite sure where he was or what was happening. He reached his hands weakly up and touched his chest, which must have been hurting, pulling it away soaked in his own blood.

Anaril was aware Rhiannon was chasing him, she wasn't exactly a stealth master. He considered stopping to fight her. It was a narrow hallway and his thin, quick, knife-work would have the advantage over her heavy armor and sword. But the risks were too high, he'd seen Rhiannon fight, knew she was one of the more skilled in the group. However he decided that he could easily out run her. He started sprinting, leaving shock runes behind him as he went.