Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160319155820

Shuddering Aelwin clenched his teeth and grinned, as he attempted to stand up, rolled up his sleeve and cut the black spot on his arm, causing it to ooze loads of pus onto the rusty blade and down to the sword's crossguard. He then wiped his cheeks with his dirty hand, mixing pus with salty tears, exhaled and sobbed somewhat loudly, before uttering a hysterical, bloodcurdling scream and lunging his smeared sword deep into Abelkain's throat.

The young Breton then held the madman's face, his eyes full of animal rage and fear, and filched his cowl to cough a mouthful of blood on his face before collapsing, the sword still hacked into Abelkain's neck.