Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131228050326

Jack simply nodded and disappeared downstairs, leaving Daithi alone on deck. He slunk into the galley and looked at Makoru for a moment, gazing through Torene's open door at the poor sod, thankful he was finally free from Vile's grasp. Jack had long been a friend to Makoru, Makoru couldn't just forget him. If he forgot Jack, he wondered what else he had forgotten...

Jack paled with a sudden realization. If Makoru didn't remember him, then he definetly wouldn't remember the location of the Elder Scroll. Even worse, Makoru was a member of the Crowns, and a banished prince no less. If that was all Mak could remember, then he would be bloodthirsty for war against the elves, who had forced him into exile in the first place. He would commit genocide to regain his honor, which meant he might side with Novo Interitus and play a part in Mannimarco's reawakening.

Jack's palms grew sweaty with a mix of horrible worry and fear, a new pang of terrible horror shooting through his heart. If Mak played a role in Mannimarco's return, Mak would be hunted down without mercy, with special hatred by the Cult that had trusted his guidance for peace. Cynthia and the other Peacekeepers would see him as a threat to their goals. With a terrible feeling of despair, it dawned on Jack that if Mak didn't regain his memory in time, he would have to kill him.