Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20140819025043/@comment-1691394-20140821052333

Aeron forced himself off the ground. The tree he had just crashed into lay in dozens of woody pieces. He clutched his sides in pain; this was worse than the time Fargus brought home a circus monkey... Aeron would never look at mayonnaise the same way again.

What was done was done, there was no use whining over it. What he needed to do now was ready his bullwhip, pick up the pace and run around randomly in hopes of finding a partner.

((Sorry about the late post guys. I am really sick right now, like I have a fever that's peaked at 39.8c))