Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150502020346/@comment-32420582-20150513022102

The B.P quickly reached their camp, the dremora set down Syberelie on a bedroll, the Argonian mage headed over, he knelt down beside her, his hands began to glow a bright green as he checked to see if she had any interior wounds. She had broken half her ribs, her left arm, hand, fingers, shoulder and collarbone as well, even some of the muscle was torn. Her right leg had a crack in it, it wasn't broken yet but also had torn muscles, she also had countless non-fatal but painful injures just from that simple attack from a dragon. "Damn, that dragon really did do a number on her." the Argonian commented.

He also knew she had a really bad headache from the dragon soul losing it's temper, he guessed she would be extremely pissed off when she woke up. That is if she woke up, she wasn't in a coma or a normal state unconsciousness, she wasn't aware of anything, he knew that much.

"Xaeion, what are her wounds?" the B.P leader said, his voice as cold and emotionless as normal.

"Too many to name." Xaeion replied