Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131023215826/@comment-24075243-20131026224708

He walks around the room looking through the weapons and armor scattered around as a result of the battle, picking up wooden bucklers while inspecting their state. They were all in a state of Decay. But the Akaviris craftsmanship was ancient and well known. They built to last. After finding a couple he brings them to the firepit and takes out a dagger. He spins it between his fingers and thrusts it between the seems in order to pry them apart. With some effort he takes the bucklers apart piece by piece and place them in an orderly fashion in the center. He takes out three vials of oil. But he puts one back. This was not ordinary oil and was quite volatile. He throws them into the ring, breaking them as the impact. He then raises two fingers and charges up a Flame Bolt just enough to ignite the small pyre. A flame rises and twirls in the air like a dying dragon. "Sorry about that. Might have used a bit too much oil, this should keep us warm atleast."