Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-5735114-20140501203808

Solaris had fought his way out of the slave camp, thanking his luck or whatever it was that made what felt like most of the guards distracted. Maybe Isis, or maybe they were looking for the wizard. Whichever it was, Solaris, now hardly even capable of walking, had made his way down the road which the carriage had ridden on just a few days ago. As soon as he couldn't see the camp in the distance, he fell on the dirt road, too exhausted to go on, the pain of the wounds from his daring escape stinging him all over his chest and arms.

He lay there for what felt like ages, he could have even been asleep. He didn't know.