"I'm out, let's go!" I lept off the table, not caring what anyone saw, and ran. Jerek followed after us, taking a few shots at presuing cultists.
Damien:
Damien yanked the blade from his hood and tossed it aside. He looke up at the cieling and said "No.. Master... I have failed you..." Suddenly, he shuddered. "Please! I can try again! I- Noooooooooo!" Damien fell in two halves, each half with clothing tied off to cover the ending of each half.
Jaina:
We ran from the temple, which was glowing brightly, and shaking. "Do you guys have a car or something?" Jerek nodded, and we all ran towrds where he indicated. It was his car, alright. A black sports car. At the moment, I didn't care what the transportation was, as long as we got out of here and I found some clothes.
OOC: Damien may be in two halves, but do not count him of of the RPG yet...