Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-24141785-20131206112719

Evil C'laro was close to Nish. He could easily stab him. He turned around when C'laro called for help.

Evil C'laro: Gods. We would never usually do that.

Evil C'laro watched as C'laro lie there.

Meanwhile...

C'laro started smelling ash. Some of the fire touched his body.

C'laro: The... the ash.

C'laro vision went blurred. The amulet of arkay around his neck.

With one last shout C'laro called for help. Before coughing up gas.

Evil C'laro walked over to the front of the house.

Evil C'laro: Such a shame... You couldn't help your future.

C'laro: I'd rather die than become what you are.

Evil C'laro: What we are...

Evil C'laro laughed as C'laro struggled.

Evil C'laro: You really don't want to hurt that breton do you.

C'laro: He... He is a friend.

Evil C'laro: I wouldn't say friend. I would say someone you had to travel with. You've tried your hardest keeping someone you hate alive? What gives... No wait! Let me guess... trying to keep Eilonwyn happy?

C'laro: You bastard.

Evil C'laro: Any last words before your body turns to ash.

C'laro: Piss off milkdrinker.

Evil C'laro got furious at C'laro.

Evil C'laro: I'm not a milkdrinker.

C'laro: You are not like me... I'm not an idiot while you are. I know we hate being called milkdrinkers.

Evil C'laro: I won't bother... The flames will kill you anyway.