Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140604003647/@comment-24530992-20140604235117

"Another thing we have in common, then." Jakarn said, twirling his throwing dagger. A scared elk darted out of a bush. He threw it, and it drove into the back of it's neck, right below it's skull.

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"Yes.. Its a sort of magical barrier guarding the weapon..." Cindaia replied, furrowing her eyebrows.