Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-38998054-20190815204554

Hagen slowly drank the golden ichor. Its effects were slow at first. It immediately ended his pain which was by far the greatest feeling he could even imagine. Then, as if his heart was the epicenter, from his chest outward, each wound big and small began to mend itself. His ribs and lung were fully healed. His arm bones healed perfect. His legs became reshaped to that which they once were. As tge final measures began to take hold though it seemed one tging could not be mended completely...

His left eye was mended but it became solid white and no longer allowed for vision...

Despite this, he slowly sat up and began to look around at all the faces... He then looked at the puddle of liquor on the ground... he then looked back into Smith's eyes...

And without skipping a beat of hesitation he said,"Thank you Smith, but you didn't have to waste the mead." His face seemed serious but then it turned into a grin to signify he was indeed joking, something that barely twenty minutes ago he was close to never being able to do again.