Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140629141452

Echion sat up, pulling his helmet from his head. His hair dropped down to around his shoulders, matted with sweat, and a small amount of blood. He leaned forward, one palm on his head. There were severe repercussions from using that potion, and he was getting the first part: a migraine. That would be followed by hot flashes, and then him emptying the contents of his stomach. Basically, it made him ill.

The pros didn't really balance out the cons, in his mind. Then again, if Echion had his way, magic wouldn't nearly cripple him.

His stomach rumbled, reminding Echion that he hadn't eaten since yesterday. And it would be a good idea to get something in him now, so he'd have some form of energy before he retched.

"So...uh..." He scratched back of his head sheepishly, looking at all the fairies. "Anyone got any food?"