#dragcnborn

　　　bhaal blood ... . . . that's hilarious. ( laughing about it w / his partner-in-egg-stomping, @dragcnborn )

[ txt. ] → Heavens, that sounds so wrong. [ txt. ] → I meant this as I am a disease to humanity. I’m not sleeping with anyone. [ txt. ] → We never had this conversation. [ txt. ] → Goodbye. 

It could have been any number of things that felled the dragonborn, really; exhaustion lay heavy. Lack of food. Lack of sleep. Overworking their magical powers. Or, most likely, it was the wound that had struck them in the last battle - even now, oozing blood under their armor - a nasty spell that had weaselled it's way out of sight, splitting along tender scales. It had gouged a slice into their belly, below his ribs and above the hip. The gore had gone enough to start to drip in thick splatters off the bottom edge of his leather robe. Caedes groaned, head drooping further as they fought against the urge to pass out. He'd managed to get this far, with the painful ache... he could surely get a little further..?

Gale was holding totally, utterly still. It felt like his breathing had caught in his chest, the wizard staring at the other. Tension held in the lines of his body, eyes drawn, darting over her, then down to the bloody puddle on the floor. The one that had once been a person, at least in some way, shape, or form. "It wasn't..?" he asked, slowly, "Because I'm afraid, from where I'm standing, it looked - very, very deliberate -"

"Whaugh -" was the very dignified response as the dragonborn was unexpectedly lifted. He was heavy! This wasn't something that usually happened to them! A hand grabbed onto a shoulder, trying to maintain some semblance of balance. "What're you doing?!"