Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190304015806

Shira was sobbing uncontrollably, somehow stifling any noise from her crying. She turned to him, and Vez’nan saw a very small puncture wound in her stomach, bits of glass still wedged inside as a few drops of blood had formed. “I... I a-asked a quartermaster for mead... he glassed me before giving them to me...”

The mage raised his arms over his head to block any attacks for his skull before casting an ethereal blade in his hand, which he then used to slash at the Dragon with.