Lucy the Marshwiggle
New member
Fyn looked back at Lucy. "No..." she cried. "They can't..." a small sob came from her. She clutched her arm. "If only it were me..." Fyn whispered. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks. "I shouldn't have waited, I should have healed her..." Fyn said. "What are we going to do...if they're dead?"
*Lucy sobbed, shook her head and looked down*
"It's all my fault, I had the cordial all along, I should have done something. But we can't stay here and just cry, we have to avenge her death. Let's get those orcs!" she yelled
ooc: IOWW, now see what you have done! We're all blaming each other for your 'plans'