Rukatin
Junior Member
Jerrick takes a vial and raises it cautiously. He uncorks it and gives a sniff. He then shrugs and down it in one gulp. Jerrick shudders as his strength slowly begins to return. "Thanks friend. You may have just given us strength to live through the night." Jerrick then inspects himself. Cloak: burnt, torn, but still usable. It won't look pretty, but functionality over aesthetics. Armor: Intact. Nothing regular maintenance won't fix. Bitten ankle: Store, but the potion seems to have done it's job. But his boot now has bite marks on it.
Jerrick thinks upon what he did back there. 'I've never used that much magic at once before. That is what magical exertion must be'
Jerrick thinks upon what he did back there. 'I've never used that much magic at once before. That is what magical exertion must be'