Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160326174103

Aelwin turned to Jericho swiftly, as he drove his sword deep into the mud, his arms wide open.

"D-don't I l-look l-like a m-monster t-to you?!", he raised his low, unpleasant voice, stained in a repulsive mix of pus, blood and dirt, torn armor adorning his sickly, skinny torso. He could easily be mistaken for a Draugr from afar, "T-this w-wasn't a-anger! This-s w-was a s-simple d-desire t-to shov-ve a blade u-up h-his damn t-throat, do-", he vomited blood on the tree beside him, and inhaled heavily before raising again, "S-sorry..."