Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-7079580-20130407224337

Amarthdae and the group had travelled to Raven Rock to rest at the retching Netch, and Amarthdae managed to drift into fitful sleep long after the rest of the party had fell into deep slumber. Amarthdae saw vile green slime in his dreams, and two familiar faces.... wait, no, it can't be.... Anthea? and, another tall figure... The Breton? his face was contorted in an evil sneer and his eyes were deep, burning orange....... The two vampires laughed eerily, the volume increasing exponentially until another voice joined in, a guttural chuckle that seared his mind and caused him to twist and writhe in his tavern bed. Amarthdae descended further into his own mind until consciousness hit him  like an orcish mace. His skin was drenched in sweat and clung to his cloak. His armour...... His armour? he felt beneath his bed and was comforted to feel the metallic touch of Aedrum once again. For the rest of the night Amarthdae sat at the bar, guzzling flin to prevent true sleep....