Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20190421164848/@comment-38998054-20190504213013

"Malithq wanted his head," The Vaewolf grinned dropping the head onto the chimney flat, before back shifting into Maugrim. His shirt was gone and there was now two noticeable claw shaped burn scars on his shoulders.

"I figured he meant literally." The Breton grinned a wolfish grin.

"Irregardless I need some serious fire resistance potions. Bastard almost fried my ass..."