Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140625150236

"Ugh..." Echion sat up, cradling his forehead. He was still in the room, and there were still aftershocks going through him. He hated magic. He really, really hated the arts of the arcane. Thank the Gods that the headache had gone away.

Standing up and walking over to his stuff, he managed to scrounge up a white potion. It was something crafted explicity for mage-bane combatants: It dulled the effects almost completely, but was quickly draining on the energy reserves of the consumer. He saw no other option, and brought the potion to his lips. A sickly sweet scent filled his nose, and he resisted the urge to retch.

Without anymore hesitation, the male tipped back the vial, downing the entire thing in one go. His energy reserves came back as the pain faded away.

"Damn it, Crystal." Echion muttered as he began strapping on his armor. "You better still be there as soon as I hit the ground."