Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24280666-20131218210210

"Hahahaha! You (giggling like a madman) are mine! And maybe, we can talk! After, of course, I brutally injure you. As to your thoughts, I have done what I must do. I am once more the king! What are you? You are a murderng scoundrel. You killed my men after they promised not to hurt you. Well, I am my own man and not bound by any mind control. You will feel pain. Or perhaps, you can go free and I can kill Nish? That breton has left me to die many times. I will now project to you all the times you have left me behind or never thanked me!" Ferrin yelled in between bouts of mad laughing. In Eilonwyn's mind, she saw how many times she had indeed never thanked Ferrin or otherwise disrespected him. Ferrin sat on his throne, looking out the window at the slaughter of the imperials. He chuckled. He then walked over to Eilonwyn and began to repeatedly kick her in the chest. He laughed a mad laugh and commanded his soldiers to take her weapons. He projected thoughts of Nish' death and torture into her head.