Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-5543592-20150330223807

A burst of blood followed the arrow. Dacian jerked in the bed, as if he was trying to sit up, and let out a pitiful whimpering noise. He tightened his grip around Kay's hand as the arrow came free and then settled down onto his back.

"Only eleven more left." Muttered Dacian, through gritted teeth. He'd been coming to terms with his dying state and, realizing he might be on the verge of death, decided to make amends. "I'm sorry for trying to stop you from leaving.  I do not control you.  I just... I had this vision of what I wanted."