Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150427144232/@comment-29458028-20150430095612

"Argh. Fuck, I better go look for a cure poison, it's too long a distance from the cities" said Etienne. He took out a garlic and a few other ingredients with poison resist on them, crushing them together and heating the mixture with magical fire, to make a poison resistance potion.

It wouldn't save Amarie, but it would slow down the infection. Etienne rubbed some of the potion on the wound, then fed the rest to Amarie.

"Forgive me, Amarie. Don't hate me for what I will do" said Etienne as he took out a bottle of crimson liquid. His father's blood, taken by him to ensure he could turn his prospective wife immortal. He uncorked it...