Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171015212304/@comment-3293219-20171015235612

As Roz opened the door, she found herself ina burning whine cellar. Zakariah was stood before her, looking somewhat more unkemp, hair long and bedraggled and a lot of stubble around his face. He looked incredibly tired and worn down, almost sickly.

At his feet lay a rather brutally destroyed corpse, the head had been violently torn apart, the skull had been pried open with all leverage put on the eye sockets. Normally, this would be impossible for one without a great amount of strength, however, his skull was softened by the intense fires of a pained Pyromancer.

Across from Zakariah stood a Dark Elf girl, her forehead was somewhat raised, like horns were growing out of it. She had been stitched up in various places, most likely by back alley surgeons, a few of the scars bled from the chop shop job that was done on her. Her eyes wandered around the room, completely unware and rather distressed by the many sources of light and sound, that no thought could process in her head.

The woman wasn't wearing anything below her waist, her pants were wrapped around her ankles and she was completely unable to comrpehend this. She continued to look around, slack jawed, confused and a little distressed.

"This was how I found her..." Zakariah murmured, glancing up to Roz.

"How they... Left her."

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''"Camp Oakvale might be a good bet, she has family there, who could look after her." ''The Telepath suggested, with a faint smile.