Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140731052052/@comment-5518614-20140815232256

(woah, thats deep man.)

Thricia limps, gasping for breath to her smoldering tent. ''Why didn't I have that health potion on me? ''She sits down heavily, and crawls into the blackend opening, leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. She looks amongst the burnt out remains of her bed, and picks up a smashed bottle. She dribbles what was left in the bottom of it into her mouth, cutting herself on the shards of broken glass. Then she collapses beaten and bloody.

Wyeta sat with Rubble, as he explains what had happend, and what they were doing here. Wyeta explains that she had come to the Rift because she had heard talk of work being in good supply. She then asks if they can help her retrieve her possessions from the bandits.