Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161023043541

(...is that you, Doomguy?)

As I struggle on the ground, I wrestle with the armor on top of me. "Uurrgh...son of a bitch...son of a bitch...get...off..."

I push the armor off amd stand slowly, holding my hand to my back. "Ow, gods dammit...shit! That hurts!" I slowly look over to the posessed Jorge and give him a wary look. Hunched over, I shake my head and wave with my free hand, panting. "No, no, I'm fine. Mithril undershirt.  Still hurts.  Probably going to bruise.  Er, no offense, what I said, about the gods damning.  Sorry." I hobble over to a stair and take off my coat and shirt, revealing the fine mithril underneath that clings to my torso like fabric.

I look up sheepishly. "A gift from my mother, a long time ago. I always wear it during expeditions, but I've never had to use it, so to speak." I place a hand on my back and it begins to glow.