Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150330132130

The explosioing shook the street, and a dozen people saw someone falling through the air. Some even thought they saw a wing. The building was, thankfully, abandoned, and nobody died.

Hunter was blown backwards, his clothes burnt to rags and his body horribly contorted and blackened. He slammed against the wall inside the house, and fell through the floor to the gournd level. The body just lay there, in the darkness.

He panted with ragged breaths. Half of his face was fissing, and one of his arms was twisted backwards. He couldn't even feel his legs below the knee. His spine was snappede in half, and he had no idea if he could possible recover form such an injury.

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An old peasant came up to Lyrissa, lying on the street, and offered her a hand up. 'You... you just fell form the sky, from that explosion! What was that? Who are you?'

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Meledran breathed heavily. 'I haven't donw much running in a while...' Then he talked again. 'The Wind Reaver is too big, anyway. We would just end up demolishing half of the city! Well, I exaggerate, but the damage caused would be far too great. And I wouldn't exactly want to destroy the Wind Reaver, you know?

'Although, it is possible that there will be some smaller ships at the skydock, I think it's half a mile from here.'