Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-24942837-20150328124745

Eredin fired more paralyzing arrows into the shoulders, arms, and thighs of the Shamans.

He yelled, "How many Shamans are there!?"

Torolf shrugged. He took out his hunting bow and grabbed a small handful of poisoned arrows. He fired, hitting most of the Shamans he fired at, unlike Eredin.

Torolf wasn't a particularly good shot like his brother. He took what he got, and he was grateful for it.

"By Ysmir's beard, those fireballs are massive!"