Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150415193530/@comment-5543592-20150415215730

Dacian growled in anger, clearly not in the mood for a debatem and yanked the sickle from his side with a scream. The weapon clattered to the ground. He then went about healing himself. His magicka was low, and he had to reserve the rest for travel. Any fighting would be done with physical weapons.

"The ship is too far away.  I'll never make it back here."