Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-30797453-20170117233245

Tarshal was sprawled out on the cold dirt ground, having been healed by a generous ally his horrific scratch wounds had faded to little more than large scars on his already battle worn chest. Tarshal uttered forth a manner of obscene words before rolling on his side and spitting blood in the direction of the orcs corpse " Bloody wizards and their undead creatures" he took a precious few seconds to adjust himself before helping himself up albeit in a disorientated way " Mephala have mercy i feel like a legion of Orcs have just stamped on my skull".