Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24280666-20140530215136

Ferrin merged into the ethereal and searched for Eilonwyn. Odd. Gone. He searched throughout the mortal world. What in the nine were these ordinary people doing with curved sticks in their hands? How was a cart being pulled without horses? He went back to when he died. He saw himself die. An explosive death. And now, it was what? He calculated the time in his head. Ten years? How had he been somehow alive for that long? How? The Kraalniik had died. He had died. The Huntsman had died. And his Vampire counterpart... he had... well... Ferrin didn't know. The Huntsman had boasted of it to him. The Huntsman was not one to lie...