Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140526213440/@comment-3293219-20140527222720

Aratius found himself underground, trapped in a cage. To his right was a table, with a crossbow and some swords on it and opposite was a wooden door, which was closed. The cage had several bedrolls inside but no prisoners, time itself seemed to have stood still as he found himself trapped in a memory, unable to access his magicka reserves as he lacked the kills to overcome Agatha's hold over his dream.

The wooden door opened and the robed Breton stepped in, keeping him at arm's length to minimalise the risk... She took several steps before stopping infront of her, keeping her cold eyes on him as she gave him a smile, with her chapped lips.

"Aratius... We meet at last..."