Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191007185503

Helian was right there with her, although he sort of wondered why they were running towards the horrifying shriek and not away. They had no weapons beyond his ladle.

Nyasia could see the corridor widen out like a cistern of sorts with more than one path, but the shouting and commotion seemed to be coming from one place in particular and it was just around the bend.

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The man that was about to strike down on Clodagh was cleared off his feet as if he were a pin from a game of skittles. The man that had been tossed into him had somehow managed to stay upright and recollected his balance.

Clodagh punched the cackling woman in the face which shut her right up, mostly because she had to swallow bits of her own teeth. In her attempt to grab hold of the club she felt the last woman place their boot on her exposed fingers.

Baldr's haymakers pinged the third club-man hard on the chin and sternum, making them crumble up in an unconscious sack of meat and bones. But after that momentary victory he himself could feel pain sear through his lower back when the spikes of the club found their way into his left side. The man he had tossed away seconds ago but who hadn't fallen to the floor had come back with a vengeance.

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"And when you are asleep. Do you perhaps dream? If so what is it that you dream of?" Lysilde asked Cade.