The Divine RPG - A Hellish Pandandom

*Barty finds one raw arm is free, it looks like died mud, the fledging oozy wounds quite grudgingly frozen, cracking unpleasantly at every subtle movement as Barty attempts to haul himself out of his icy grave, of course the effort is quite futile and even if the ice had been only half formed, his arms are strangely frail and weaker still from a curious wave of exhaustion*