Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-3293219-20190720170344

By the time that they had reached the room, Jack was holding Leyt down as he furiously thrashed. His items were scattered along the floor, beside him, including the relic that was responsible for his creation.

"I need your help! He won't stop thrashing around and I need to make him drink this potion!"