Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200614231956

(Lance, Flame)

''The man's inhalation was only slightly more pronounced. The few talents he had in magic were well trained, but to walk a long journey with little rest can bring even the most stoic of men down in their own weariness.''

''And this one had the unfortunate fate of casting technique after technique against a foe that really had one of the few offensives to cost him dearly. His sanctuary itself was the taxing cherry to anything but vestiges of his caster half. Hence, here he was, slumped on his makeshift stalagmite, a hand once full of power, now like every other palm in existence, mundane.''

Still, being called as he was, he could not help but turn slowly to the woman calling out for his name, a docile, if somewhat exhausted voice slipping through his encased helm "Oh, nothing spectactular, dear miss. This peddling smith is good ol' Vapi Murt".