Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20181106045606/@comment-3293219-20181108234518

"Yeah, considerin' you need to go thr-" The Necromancer shreaked as a knife was plunged into him, his former commrade was now repeatedly stabbing him, with a look of panic before removing the knife and holding it to his own throat.

Someone emerged from behind them, wearing red robes, with a red hood. Their arm extended out to the Necromancer, who had just switched sides.

As the light cast on her face, their rescuer appeared to be a young-ish woman, looking to be in her thirties, with a red tinted iris and black, greasy hair. Her skin had some surface damage on it, most likely due to acne or some other form of skin condition. Though the markings looked ancient, they were mildly noticeable.

She slowly looked to the Necromancer, keeping her hand extended and slowly pulling some form of energy from him. He gasped and choked as a golden light flowed from his eyes and mouth and flew, straight into the hand of his assailant.

The energy had its limits, however, as he was released and fell to the floor, gasping for breath and looking around, somewhat confused.

"Lose the clothes and the knife, go to the nearest inn." She said, dropping a coin pouch into his hand.

"Where... Where am..."

"If I told you, you'd forget soon enough. Get to a warm bed and sleep it off." The Imperial insisted, wrapping his hand around the coin.

"Go, now!"

He nodded and scampered off, seeming even more confused. He didn't seem to know where or who he was at this point, looking around at everything, like it was new.

"Are you hurt?" The Woman asked, clearly concerned for the two of them.