Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5543592-20150622223200

"Not exactly...  Bolgarg..."

The big Orc stepped around Garred and put the blade of a knife to the Breton's thigh and pressed down...

And gently sliced through the leg of his pants. He tore a gap in the cloth, exposing the bare flesh underneath.

Jolkif stepped around, holding a vial of some orange liquid in the air.

"This is a salve the Orcs have made.  Their wise-woman cannot do much in the way of healing, but there is nothing deadlier than an Orc poison.  We have several that trigger sensations.  One feels like you are being chewed alive by rodents.  Another gives the sensation of being stabbed.  This... feels like some has put you over a fire and set you to roast." He stepped over to Garred, and held the vial over the exposed skin of his leg.

"I'm just going to pour a little on..." He tipped the bottle, just to let a portion of the liquid out, but 'accidently' lost his grip on it and 'accidently' pulled the entirity of the vile liquid out onto Garred's leg.

"Oh, no, Garred, I am so sorry." Said Jolkif, clearly not sorry. "How does it feel?" He asked with professional curiousity.