Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160615114214/@comment-29458028-20160623153057

Fionn spun his sword, stabbing it into the ground, as he knelt where Frandar fell, placing his right hand on the pommel of his sword. A lone, solemn knight looking like he was going into a sort of prayer mood, as he closed his eyes and bowed his head, starting to speak a chant.

"Frandar Hunding. You gave me a battle that was much harder than I ever fought. I commend and salute your for that. You have my gratitude. Divine lord of cycles, take Frandar away to a better place, where he belongs. Let him be reborn through the dreamsleeve again, so he might live the life he never got to live. Free him from the shackled of guarding the temple. Meridia, Jyggalag, Azura, bring peace to Frandar's soul" said Fionn in a soft, almost melancholic voice, as if he was delivering an eulogy of a friend.

Whatever the spirit did, it earned the respect of the Fontaine. Fionn opened his eyes again, and stood up.