Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-24530992-20140620193534

Vaniel was panting, before collapsing on the ground from exhaustion. Bright orange blood was spattered all over his robes, as well as his own dripping from a gash on his neck. Tristyc formed from a shadow next to Sysense, and pointed at the keep.

"Inside," He whispered.