Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-5583506-20150202163209

Don't you dare drink it, you little tramp!

"Bottom's up, I guess?" said Claire and raised the potion to her mouth.

''Claire?! NOOO!''

The young Breton woman staggered back and made grimace, snorting as if she had gotten something in her throat. She put her hands beneath her chin as if she was trying to choke herself. Her eyes rolled and turn inside her skull, before they shifted into a pale white.

Somewhere deep inside her there was a creature writhing and wheezing in indescribable pain. She then collapsed backwards on the ground and remained still.

Varg studied her actions. "Is she... is she dead?"