Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-768817-20140124012729

"No, at least I don't think it is. I hate to admit it, but I couldn't tell you what it is. I don't have the slightest clue." He smiles and shakes his head, now compelled to tell his life story. "The first time I remember it happening was during the Great War, at Fort Aldris, they stormed us, we all knew we were going to die... At the last moment as they unleashed a flurry of arrows at us, on top of the wall, time slowed, as I watched the arrows pierce all the other's skulls, crack them open, spew their brains all over the stone. I was mezmoriesed watching them die in slow motion, until I realized there was an arrow gliding towards my head too. Then I did something quite shameful, I ran, and ran, and ran... But no one will ever know that. Weeks later I learned that they all died there, on that night."