Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5583506-20150522002956

The blade pierced straight through the Pale Man's left lung, or more correctly; Rakh's left lung, but the man seemed unaffected by the stroke.

He laughed cruelly. "You pathetic beings!" he said triumphantly as he threw out entire waves of concentrated energy to throw his attackers away from him, with Geralt's blade still stuck in his chest. "Can't you see that with the ritual completed, I am now one with immortality! The organs of the descendants have made me a part of the world itself. In fact: I AM THIS WORLD!"

''Who... are you? ''asked Sibern.

The shape of the character eventually revealed itself to be that of Embla. He couldn't understand why. He didn't feel dead. He could still sense that he was alive, at least his body was... While his mind was... somewhere else... On a much nicer place now that Embla was here to comfort him...

Yet he slowly realised that the image of Embla was not one of comfort, but rather a hint...

A hint of what?

Some puzzle pieces in his mind slowly rearranged. There was something Embla had told him that day when they had become as one. Something which hadn't made any sense back then, but something which made sense to him now. Something which Garulf had even written down in his notes before he had died.

''Died with a smile on his lips... What did he know? What did he know which the Pale Man didn't know? What is it that I don't know?''

Somehow his mind wanted to connect the death of Sybil Ladurec to the death of Embla. But there was a tiny detail missing. In the distance... far far away... he could hear the Pale Man's triumphant shout of how the organ's had made him immortal.

''What am I missing? ''reflected Sibern.

His heart pounded faster now and he began to turn pale as life slowly left him.

''What detail am I missing? How can we defeat the Pale Man? Sybil Ladurec. Embla. Organs of the descendants to make him immortal... A couple of guards and a prostitute were those who exposed the Pale Man all those centuries ago. Sybil was the descendant of Astain who was...''

He finally had it! He understood everything now! The final puzzle piece!

He opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue fluttered in vain. He barely had enough energy left to speak. Meanwhile he could hear the group fighting in the distance.