Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31940900-20131209221432/@comment-5735114-20131225000855

(Perhaps because the Host idiotically fell for the distraction while the whole town escaped? Or maybe 'cause he's crazy.)

Z'shal watched the fight between a Blighted abomination and a Nord from a distance. The potions had been weaker than Z'shal thought, and he only managed to ward away a few Blighed from the very back of the horde. Figuring he may as well gain something from the trip, Z'shal unsheathed his sword and began paralyzing Blighted, quickly skinning them and grabbing their hearts. After around 15 Blighted, and a lot of disgusting slices and hands with in bodies, Z'shal had enough ingredients to make what he hoped would be a stronger potion. However, he still had plenty of room left in his satchel, and the horde didn't look like it would give way soon, so Z'shal continued to paralyze and collect.