| Immarael (Male Eldarin Sorcerer 1) HP:26 Def: 12 - 12/12/16
Immarael groans loudly as he gingerly props himself up on one arm and gently rubs the large bleeding spot on his head where wooden shrapnel found a violent home.
"The hells.... Arhhhhh!!! My head!"
The Eladrin groans some more as the numbness slowly recedes from his body to leave a slowly throbbing mass of soreness and pain.
He thinks to himself that perhaps coming here was not such a good idea as he works hard to see through the pain to focus on the person who seems to be tending to him.
He says quietly "Are there any left alive?"
Last edited by FreeXenon; 3rd April 2009 at 09:58 PM..
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