Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161010044512

Hound does not respond, he lays lifeless on the ground, a dark red liquid seeping from his wounds. The holes in his chain mail are extensive. The Leshens cover their faces and reced into the woods. Their groans and calls of discontent are the last of their presence as they fade into the wooded backdrop. Praetor's fiery magic, a strong opponent to the Leshen guardians of the wooded region in this dark place. Hound begins to stir, letting out a gasp for air.