Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140803232256/@comment-5583506-20140805221956

Varg strolled through the rain-soaked streets of Anvil clutching his wound. As he passed an abandoned market at the plaza he noticed a couple of leftover healing potions on a nearby counter.

"Huh, that's convenient", he muttered and downed an entire flask before crushing it against the cobblestone. "Don't mind if I do."

He grunted in pain as the wound began to melt together and reshape the lost tissues. "Gah! Unholy fucking thing of... !" he groaned and fell to his knees in a water puddle.

When he stood up the wound was completely healed and the only sign left of it was the dark spot on the shirt and the streams of blood down his leg.