Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4964060-20140621232333

 I lie upon Amarok's back, slowly drifting into sleep as he is  forced to drain me of my stamina in order to retain his martial form. My breathing is in short, painful rasps, and I know that I will not live much longer if I keep him here. Still, I am thankful. His presence was able to stop any of us from shedding blood amongst ourselves, even though his words to try and stop the Rangers from hunting down the necromancer were ignored''. ''The team stops at the maw of a cavern, and I see the mark of one of Shadowfall's barbarian clans, though the name escapes me.

"Amarok," I rasp. "Bring me their heads."

I cannot see the Wolf God's face, but I know that a wolfish grin spreads across it's face.