Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140922171428

(That was humerous. Must be those hormones...)

Francois lay down on the couch in the house and closed his eyes. He hoped he wouldn't be visited by more prophetic dreams.

He saw a vision. A dark day, raining heavily. Aldrich stood in the eye of the storm, crying. Francois could see himself as the impeccable observer. Dead Vigilants of Stendarr lay everywhere, burnt and blackened.

Another dream. He saw his father, now a grown man, wiping enemies from the battlefield. He was hovering above, staring down. What? It shifted again. He was in the 9th era again. He was reading a report, a redacted report.

Next, he saw himself duel the strange skull masked guy (Levitheil). Francois could feel the timestream warp, but it smoothened.

What was happening?