Therlion was slumped over the horse's neck. It paced a bit at the worg howling. Therlion understood the situation, and although he didn't know how or why it was and still being quite weak, he was resolved to stand and fight with his friends. He wouldn't let them fight and risk themselves for him. But what good was he lying on the ground, as that was all he physically could do in his state. On a horse, though, he could support the band with his magic. He could be quite effective when mounted.
[ 09-30-2004, 05:40 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]
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