Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150502191958/@comment-3293219-20150502230600

Asgarne finally had it, the end to his suffering and his pain, finally he held his love in his hand, wrapped in the gently grip of ihs torn, rotting fleshy hand and cracked fingernails...

He closed his eyes, ignoring the other Breton's rants as he listened for the familiar voice of his love, though he honestly wasn't sure if he could remember it...

Are you there? He asked, mentally as he looked up to the ceiling and surrendered to the peace that the Amulet would soon envelop him in. He would finally feel her touch again, the pain of something sharp as it dragged across his skin and he would finally be able to remove his boots and feel the cold tiles of his limbo on his toes.

However, he quickly realised that there was no response... It was like the amulet was... Dead...