Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180501233055

"Stalling the Warhound is as great a victory as any man could claim. He is a dangerous beast, I believe that I managed to escape death was because it was playing with me."

Jorge stays silent as he attempts to pry his shield and scabbard from the tree that so clinged so dearly to them.

"Yes I've survived worse but this world and our world have way different levels of danger. I'm not as spry or resilient as I thought I was. It's probably the magics in the air that kept me going despite the punishment..."

Giving a final grunt Jorge freed his equipment from the wooden clutches of the forest then dropped them as the pain in his ribs returned abruptly.

"Hahah! That hurt... Doesn't feel broken but... Damn does it hurt."