Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170906224700

Karliel awakes during the exit of the city, his body having repaired a small portion of damage it sustained but he is still very weak and unable to walk without aid. He decides to walk, feeling slightly annoyed at the notion of being carried by another but must resign himself to being aided in walking out of the city. He missed the explanation of the forces attacking the city and is curious himself.

"Servant of Orion, what is going on? Who is attacking the city?"

Karliel's face looks gaunt and pale from his lack of blood but his mind is fully awake, albeit worn and in pain. He is slightly hunched forward, grabbing his abdomen with one hand and another steadying himself against the walls. He looks around, frowning that there is no transport or evac team.

"What became of the Skitarii that escorted us to the city? Also, is there an update on the forces on the Highway and the volunteers to fight for our cause? I assume it may be best to head for that position should it remain under our control."

He looks to Ceras and Soin with an expression of pain but some confidence in his words.

"I won't be able to participate in any combat should we find ourselves in a confrontation with any other forces. My condition and lack of any weapons don't exactly leave me in the best position to fight."