Ooc - Aman - that was beautiful. Just like I would envision.
Bulvard’s immense bulk was a little difficult for Harolas and Elwyn to heft, even more so at the dead state he was in, but they managed to place him on Gwyn’s horse. Suddenly he awoke in a delirious fit, “ No, Fiona!.... Don’t….uhhh,” and he faded again.. Tumnaooriel looked around as if in deep guilt but no one else though such.
They thought he was having an aftereffect of his previous accident.
But deep in his mind, the large, white haired warrior was going through a personal hell as he dreamed…..of a time, ten long years ago……
…dark black shapes moved in all around them…. The tall warrior fought valiantly, his sword weaved like lighting through the mass of foul goblins that ravaged the land around him…. suddenly a mighty blow felled him to the ground….. something heavy pinned him down and then grabbed his hair and yanked his head up…so that he could witness the ghastly scene… that which now haunted him every passing moment….. his eyes widened in fear and horror at what unfolded before him….
His beloved wife…. ravaged by the foul creatures….. died in front of him… as he lay helpless….. his child….. blood from his wounds streamed into his eyes…. His little daughter lay in a pool of red…... he screamed….. a sharp blow caught the side of his bleeding head……. darkness engulfed him…. for how long…… the images haunted his mind…… his wife… and little child…..lay broken and lifeless….. the sun had set in his life……….he found himself running….. running as fast as he could…… as the darkness surrounded him…… he ran faster and faster but the black night still gained on him…... ….could he justify the cause for that his beloved ones had to give up their lives….. it had been so long a time, but still he missed them every day and night….
…how he thought the sun would shine tomorrow………….but it rained.
Elenor convulsed in her trance as the images hit her mind furiously.
Ooc – Allright, Bulvard will be in this state for a while so I trust all of you to protect him, he would do the same for you. Go Gwyn!
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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