Nalfeshnee
Explorer
The man protests and finds strength enough to puch your helping hands away. He curses in Infernal and rolls over onto his back, revealing his fae in greater detail. His skin is pallid, and faint veins can be seen beneath the skin. Eyes, grey and dull, look out of their sockets upon you.
His breatplate is torn from the spearstrike and dark blood clings to its surface in drying patches.
There are four prisoners - two men, and two women (one human male and female, one male zenythri and one chaond). All seem weak, their bodies thin if not entirely emaciated. Their eyes belie their true conditions however - they are all barmy as Limbo and as they look upon you, their faces bewildered, their mouths agape, it is clear that they will provide you with little answers
OOC: two enemeis were killed, one was knocked out and the other was heavily injured
His breatplate is torn from the spearstrike and dark blood clings to its surface in drying patches.
There are four prisoners - two men, and two women (one human male and female, one male zenythri and one chaond). All seem weak, their bodies thin if not entirely emaciated. Their eyes belie their true conditions however - they are all barmy as Limbo and as they look upon you, their faces bewildered, their mouths agape, it is clear that they will provide you with little answers
OOC: two enemeis were killed, one was knocked out and the other was heavily injured