Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825021324

Crimson was soon out of sight, rounding the curve of the ruin's wall.

"He's going to gather his strength." Scire, the Farseer, said, scanning Crimson's aura.

The Archer dropped to his knees at the edge of the oasis and dropped his hands into it, his breathing uneven.