Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-5543592-20140901003832

''The hallucinations made Emrey judge what, and wasn't, reality. His closest friends would come in and beat him senseless, or berate him and insult him. Other times he would imagine the was a juicy vension steak, just out of his reach. Eventually he just ignored them. Other times his torturer, Half-Nose, Emrey called him after the fateful incident where Emrey bit a large chunk of his enemy's schnoz off, would come and talk with him.  Most of the time it was biligerent nonsense. Other times it was him trying to get Emrey to talk, as he never did. Emrey mainly wondered why they were doing it. They didn't seem to want anything from him except his suffering.''

''The woman was gone from his pen. He didn't bother socializing with anyone else. They were goners anyway; survival was all that matters.''

They all too familar footsteps sounded.

"Hello, Lee.  Are you ready to play?"

Emrey's eyes opened slowly, fitfully waking up from his nightmare. He'd been aware of what it was halfway through, but refused to wake-up until Half-Nose made his usual morning appearance. He began to wonder what his time in the caves had done to him. Was he fated to relive those horrible moments every night for the rest of his life? Emrey shook it off, stood, and redressed, realizing with a pang of despair Brighid's absense. He went about getting the group up, telling them was the day they enter the college and find the Sigil Stone.