Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24736819-20170108054033

"Hmm... It should leave a cool scar, you folks should stop worrying about Wrath's injuries and start planning ahead.", Panmoneius commented, going against the course of the group's observations.

"That was the second time that other halfgods were able to prevent total annihilation of the city. Perhaps if we separated and surrounded the next target, attacking from all sides, it would be harder to stop us, eh?", he didn't remembered the last time he spoke so much without coughing a single time, which made the halfbreed even more lively.

"We could...", he started, but was promotly interrupted by his lungs. He attempted to resume his saying several times, but the only thing that managed to exit his mouth was blood and some weird, green goo.

"Then you'd be risking yourself for nothing.", the wall of muscles that was Bouros answered Elirwen, "Not trying to be rude or anything, but someone who doesn't have anything to bring to the table would be a liability that could endanger not only himself, or herself, but the others as well."

He found it weird that those words came out from his mouth. Why did he cared if someone wanted to commit suicide by following them? Death was both nothing and everything for him, so why should he care if others seek to hasty their own?

"What are you trying to accomplish here, Son of Kyne? Those halfgods are already a good way ahead of us and if we stay back, chitchatting about what each of us can do, it could mean more deaths and more settlements destroyed.", he turned to the Harbinger of the Companions, "I am not complaining, as it is interesting to hear these good people and what they can do, but perhaps that could be done on the way to Rorikstead?"