Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160128011802/@comment-27968758-20160130173741

Each step, a blade, each breath, a mace, each hill, a mountain...

Faldras staggered onward, cringing in pain. His throat was a desert and his eyes were like waterfalls.

His ears were still ringing like the sound of a Banshee choir. All telling him to fall, give up, and die.

He screamed,"No", which decimated the silence of the woods.

Left foot, gasp, right foot, Aaagh.

Pain so severe...

Is it better to die?