Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-26852465-20160324232031

Was this guy... serious? It was just a cactus. It wasn't like it was venomous, or anything. DM was rather oblivious to the dangerous aura.. he approached, warily eyeing the Elves..

''"Don't look at me like that. Jack was just doing his job." ''He had named the cactus Jack.. ''"Aside from that you would have stood idly by while the Elves beat on me.. over an accident. Mighty fine double standard you have there... they can hurt me as much as they want, yet the moment I retaliate, the moment I defend myself, I'm a pariah?" ''He moved Jack away from the sight, pulling away a glowing blue salve.. he uncorked it, and poured it over the place where she had struck Jack. It sizzled for a moment, but it did bring the pain and swelling down considerably. Just who was this guy.. acting like some sort of Paragon? DM was going to be made a victim, here.. and he would have just sat there and watched. How hypocritical. As an additional gesture, he showed him his tongue, which had been struck by a whip, earlier. It was bleeding rather heavily, for a whip wound.