Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190228033750

“The only thing keeping her from bleeding out is the spell that’s clotting her wound. If I try to do surgery on her injuries, the spell will break... she’ll die from blood loss within less than a minute.”

“Is that not the normal practice for a member of the Order? I read that men sometimes flog themselves if they can’t stop thinking obscene thoughts. I don’t strike myself that violently, but that is what I should do to purge these thoughts, is it not?”

The ship’s details finally came into Bonehart’s view. Tall masts displayed white sails with a large, singular red crosses. The flag at the very top was blue and golden. It as a Western ship... a man-of-war. And it was obvious to Bonehart what navy it came from.

(Yes, Ambrosia. I guess I call you that from now on.)

(If you want to, Cupcake. You can lead your dream or have me lead it, but it’s your call if you want to timeskip that or not.)

“No, I suppose not. Besides, I don’t think I’ll be fighting chivalrously any time soon thanks to that blaste gunshot to my leg...” The Dragon Zombie sat down a few yards away from Fayard, trying to indicate that she mean no harm.