Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Great Balls of Fire

Darvin frantically beat out the fire that was on his pants. He felt his goatee and noticed that it had been singed. The amount of pain he was in was staggering, but he could still move fairly well. 

"What the hell was that!?" Darvin shouted into the room at Beranhond and Nym. He glanced at the henchmen who had been out in the call with him. Codex looks no worse off than Darvin but the other two look like they are in some dire need of help. Darvin runs over to Thjodolf to administer what basic first aid that he can.

"Beranhond, we need some of your clerical skills out here in a bad way!" Darvin shouts at the human as he cradles the moaning Thjodolf's head in his lap.

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