Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5543592-20150406201408

Dacian poured potion after potion down her throat, until the alchemist claimed he was out.

"Make more." The lich growled. He collapsed in a nearby chair and looked over at Isaiah.

"That should kept her... from dying..." He leaned over the arm of the chair and vomited onto the floor. He was more than a little stressed out.