Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-24438639-20141118031741

As John walked he kept on getting flashes of images, the tower in all its splendor automans guarding and cleaning the halls, the stone beneath his feet no longer cracked instead almost as smooth as glass and the dwarven metal shining with almost a gold-like fervor.

John shook his head, this thoughts werent his, he did not know this and he did not wish to know this. He focused every part of will power he had forcing the thoughts to leave his head, focusing on forgeting, he winced as the headache returned but this time with more force, John was pushed to his knees his sword clattering besides him as he held his head in pain.

(Is this okay?)