Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-27550231-20161020193310

Praetor's/Jorge's armor cools down to its regular burnt finish and a dull glow seeps out from every opening. He starts to groan and then scream in pain as he's brought back to life, a fist slams into the ground his chain mail rustles as he gets up, and he yells into the air.

"Raaaaaagggghhhh!" He takes several deep breaths and calms down, the divine glow receding. "You never get used to it, dying. Coming back and feeling all that pain again. That's new." Jorge looks at the wall of monster and ice then to Marcus who seems to be enjoying the fight. "Careful Marcus, your wife might get jealous if she finds out you've been flirting with the Necrophages."