Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-25828117-20191024225604

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "Goin'te pick ye up again." Scaldor said, lifting Kashya back off the rock.

Nyasia followed Helian, Baldr not far behind her and Clodagh.

Cade did not follow. He approached the maiden, Lysilde held in his arms. His visor open, he cast his eyes down out of respect.

"Greetings, fair lady.  I am Sir Nohaden'Cade, Sermonizer of the Order of the Hour.  I do not mean to trouble you, but I am in service to this here noble woman." He presented the limp Lysilde. "I pray pardon for my insolence, but doth you know if she is injured in some way I cannot see?  You seem a wise and powerful denizen of this immortal realm." The maiden stroked Lysilde's hair with a smile. She then drew her eyes up to Nohaden'Cade and then aimed them at the portal. Signalling him to go.

Helian looked down on the dead and they stared back at him. Sometimes faces would form on these shapes. One face in particular stood out to him. He did not recognise the young man. He was practically Helian's age and he wore a legionnaire's light armor. This face did look sad. That's why Helian had noticed it.

"That face..." He mumbled as Nyasia joined his side.