Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24280666-20140531132722

After an hour, Ferrin wasin incredulous pain, but the bullet was removed and the wound healed. A whole troupe of people had surrounded him. He looked at them oddly. "Hello. My name is Ferrin Spell-True." Not near as many as he hoped gasped. They did however begin throwing rocks at him. He snapped his fingers away. Why on earth did everyone hate mages so much. He returned to his cabin in the woods. Unfortunately, it was gone. Still, the area gave him comfort. He sat down and fused with apocrypha. He needed to ask an old friend for some help. (ok so by freind no duh I mean master. Im no better than daedra of course im worse than daedra princes. Anyway, anyone wanna play hermaeus Mora?)