Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-8397818-20170319185350

Survivng the lightning shock and the explosion, Varen began crawling slowly, as much as he could. Varen had it worse. His skin was burning, and it was extremely painful. Yet, like all other physical pain, Varen could endure that. He knew that he could remake himself, if given enough time. Varen feared most the pain from being torn upon from inside out by malignant spirits more than any physical wounds.

The Sanctioned Psyker got himself closer to the wall, and leaned his back on it. He had to let the damaging effects go away. He had to regain his focus. This ship was not safe. Not for him or for his companions. They had to leave.

Once he was more self-aware, he began using his strength to seal his wounds. Slowly, but steadily, his twisted flesh was set right and the burnt skin sloughed away as fresh tissue growed beneath.