Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160305173001

"F-fairly recently", Aelwin whimpered, "D-died of plague...", he coughed up a few drops of blood on his leather boots and wiped them immediately, "A-and... now it's s-stuck with me."

He pulled up his sleeves to reveal the black spots on his skin, sickly black running though his veins, gathered up the courage and inhaled deeply. He then poked one of the spots with the tip of his rusty blade, and pus mixed with blackish blood oozed from the Breton's skin.

"I-I used to c-cough loads of blood b-before I d-died, this feels like a n-nightmare. N-now... I...", he recklessly tried to wipe the tears so that the group wouldn't notice, but soon broke in tears and hid his face.

"J-just... don't get too c-close to me...", he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse, definitely not sounding like one of a nineteen-year-old, "D-don't want you t-to get infected... I-I wish I could end t-this misery..."