Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160518035439

(Shit, all the exciting stuff happens when I'm not on. Red, you hab mai file bby, I think I sent you the mods as well.)

Aelwin glimpsed at the figure on the wall, his right eye swollen and whitish, before he bent to catch his breath. Grabbing the bleeding wound with his pale hands, his jerkin stained in his own blood from the waist down, he knelt for a brief moment and stood up on his trembling feet, hoping not to alert his groupmates over nothing. With an indifferent expression, he kept close to Dunistair and Jericho as he pulled his sword and kept it aloft, trying not to lose balance.