Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150416145725

'Yes, of course,' Meledran said. 'It's the least that we can do. But where to bury her? I mean, should we just dig a hole outside Daggerfall? I don't think that would be good, but we can't leave the city now that we are here.'

He looked about, at the fires and dead bodies. 'Look, before we can do anything, we need to see if there are any clues on that knight's body, before anyonje else gets to it.'

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Quintus Caecilius Clemesn walked in, with Lyrissa's daily dose of medicine. 'Here you are, my dear,' he said as he handed it to her. 'A few more days, and you will be back to normal.' He tried to avoid talking about her wing.

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''What... what in Oblivion...''

The Hunter's eyes opened, and he saw a dark, fuzzy outline of a blackened window. He was lying under a pile of beams and slates from the roof, and he was on the floor of a house that had obviously been bombed.

When he tried to move, it was too painful, and he passed out again.

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Jean Francois was back in his house, stumbling through the corridors, gripping hold of the bloody wound where his shoulder was supposed to be.

'What the f*** was that?' he said, more to himself than anyone else. He looked in the mirror, and saw just how bad it was. The bone bullet had ripped his shoulder to shreds, and it wasn't healing. Or at least, he couldn't tell if it was.

There was a bottle of brandy on the side, which he opened and took a mouthful of. His throat felt like it was burning, but it did ease the pain.

While there had often been reports of odd happenings here on Bourbon Street, nobody had ever seen the eccentric Lord Francois rush into his manor house clutching hold of his wounded shoulder before. Many citizens reported the event to the authorities.