Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-3293219-20181024222225

Virde lay on his back, with one of the cultists hovering over him, watching him clutching his gut wound.

"Glad to be of assistance." The Cultist said, grinning slightly and stretching his handlebar moustache.

"F-Fuckin'... Nells... Cravenous... Wank..." Virde spluttered, coughing up blood at this point as he tried to heal himself, with a spell.

"Make sure you secure him well, don't want him getting out and getting in my way." The younger Necromancer added, seemingly ignoring his betrayed friend.