Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-12012634-20140621020553

After getting over the shock of being dragged, and bit, by a wolf I agilily move myself so that I can hold onto the wolf with my still working hand, the wolf seeing that I am holding onto lets go of my leg allowing me to mount it. I growl in rage at the lack of control of my magic. I thank the Goddess of the Veil that I was able to complete the crafting, a last resort in case I couldn't make it to safty. I begin thinking of ways to obtain my revenge on the Priestess and the Rangers. I bare no ill will against Sol, for it is clear he did his summonings in an attempt to stop my potential death. I will not harm him if blows come to blows, but should he threaten my life, I will not lose a wink of sleep if I have to kill him. I look behind me and see my only remaining Companion running after me and the wolf. Behind my companion I can see my horse trotting after me.

Did he save me because I was being attacked? Did he help me because he saw a chance to gain a new ally? Or did he save my life, because I am an Outcast Necromancer. Outcast Necromancer, huh. I kinda like that name.