Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160417011936

Aelwin drew the sword. His vision was not sharp enough to see all the details, and he squinted. He then silently nodded to Dunistair and Abello, the look on his face exhausted.

Hawksly then put the already black bandage straight, moaning as he did so. A stream of black made its way out of the ragged cloth, and the Breton was quick to wipe it. He then hastily shook off the blood on his hand.

With his vision blurry, he could only distinguish the figures of his group members from the surroundings, though Abello's shiny plates kept flashing before his sickly eyes, making it harder to see what was in front of him. He tripped over a little rock, but was quick to stand up, his hands stretched to the sides to preserve balance and check if somebody was close enough for him to perch on.