Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-29559990-20160301012951

Athorian was unleashing bolts upon the unmoving wooden constructs, each one finding it's marks in the body or head of the intended target. Mongo, meanwhile, had just gotten to his station.

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Ja'Keil went over to the books, reading through them. Knowing this concoction to be volatile, it had to have had some ingredient that damaged health.

''Lets see here... Jazbay Grapes... Spadetail... Deathbell....''