Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-6006054-20150907230534

Issalus had made it to the north of the lake, panting and bleeding. He glanced around for his ally. His right hand grasped his side, and red trickled through his fingers. His left hand was wrapped around his pendant, and the three pieces of bone strung on it. This was not how he had envisioned his escape going.