Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-5543592-20150415022635

Dacian spasmed from the lightning, before crumpling to his hands and knees. He recovered with a roll, before rising to his feet. He held up his hands, ready to cast wards in his own defense. Blood seeped down from his chest over his muscular stomach. It didn't feel exactly comfortable. On top of that, his crotch hurt.

"But the scars... how... what's real and what's false?  Is any of her memory real?"