Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190206233434

The makeshift barracks that quartered Fayard’s soldiers had been badly damaged, but still stood on its foundation. The bunks were filled with wounded men, all of them having been disinfected. Priests and healers were trying to help as many as possible.

“What else did you need again?” The slime checks the book once more.

The closest village was Taboso; that would have to do for now. Crossbow bolts were ultimately foreign in Zipangu, and a village herbalist could only do so much for a wound like that.

She was cut up pretty badly, with bruises and burns all over her. The white lace clothing she probably received from the Order We’re tattered and scorched, the robes that made sure to cover her completely had been torn to shreds.

(I’m working on the main invasion intro right now, stand by)