Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150216141300/@comment-29559990-20150219012827

Lab Coat Billy wrote: (Daedra, did you just not see my post on the flaw of the Netch calvalry, or are you beating Vordel to a pulp on purpose?)

(I guess I'm supposed to pull Netch Eggs out of my ass?)

All of the contents of the vial slipped down the throat of Vordel. For a while, he laid motionless on the ground. It looked hopeless, until his eyes flutted open, and he looked around dazed and confused.

He sat up slowly, coughing up a bit of blood, and looking down at his armor, which had been completely demolished. It was chipped, ripped up, melted, and everything in between. He looked up to Azani, but he noticed the empty healing potion in her hand.

"I, uh... Thanks, lass." He said, hauling himself up to his feet. He took off then now uncomfy and ineffective armor, revealing what the King of Necrom had spoke of; Deep and horrid scars that divided his large and muscular body into many different sections.

Vordel limped his way over to his axe and picked it up. "Cmon... We've got a battle to win..." He tried get a good start into the city, but he simply couldn't. He crumpled to one knee, hurt and exhausted.

"Gods... Dammit..." He muttered.