Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-5543592-20150604211815

Dacian had made it to the chapel and dove inside, letting the sword get embedded in the door he slammed shut behind himself.

He hit the floor on his stomach, and crawled to cover. Dacian leaned against the wall for support and began healing the wound in his back.

(Why is Dacian fighting the Tyrant all on his own?  There's a mute, a werewolf, and I was promised a blind Breton and a Zombie.)