Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-24510587-20160211183125

Dunistair noticed a couple of weapons lying next to the corpse pile. Among them was a simple yet elegant hand-and-a-half longsword. He picked up the blade. It was well-balanced and quite light for its length. Obviously, this was the work of a skilled blacksmith. Dunistair swung the blade a couple of times, which felt very familiar. He decided the blade must've been his before he was resurrected, so he took it and fastened the sheath to his belt.

Also among the weapons was a blunt poleaxe. Dunistair touched his forehead, and felt a large scar that ran somewhat vertically over his face. His head was cleaved in two, he realised.

He didn't think of it any more, as that would not help the situation. Instead, he turned his gaze to the silhouettes and decided to follow them.