Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171114041441

(Everyone)

Jorge overhears the confused squealing of young woman which increases the growing irritation he currently felt. He turns to face the comotion and spots Marcus holding Brad over him then goes back to his work looking for a healer.

'''What now? We need to heal if we're going to win this damn game!'''

-We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you LOOSING YOUR TEMPER and punching that tree. We need a healer but we don't have any coin... and I doubt that anyone will be willing to assist us for free.-

{Riiiiiing!}

-We're almost out of time...-


 * Close your eye's userper.

The two halt their bickering and vehemently question her motives.


 * Silence yourselves and close your eyes. We must concentrate if you wished to be healed.

The two start to protest but soon fall silent and embrace the self imposed silence. Within moments the numb sensation from their hand starts to dissapate and their fingers start to move,but their relief is short lived as their heart stops beating and a cold sensation runs over it. The ghastly fingers caressing his core before they leave.

He falls over on all fours gasping heavily before attempting to remove his armor, but just as before he could not unhinge the unfamilliar set until he collapses unto the ground panting heavily. The sun bouncing off his gleaming armor bluring his movements to all who saw.