Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-5735114-20140430220923

With some more spellcasting and percice swings and stabs, the guards around Solaris were now bodies on the floor, either lifeless or writhing in pain, and Solaris stood amongst them, exhausted. He had received a number of minor injuries, and a decent swing or two had hit him, but nothing that would cause him permanant harm. Trying to ignore the pain and exhaustion, Solaris continued his journey to the gates of the camp.