Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20160930172815

(Wut?)

Finally, the middle child of the Toreau three decided to close his eyes and embrace the cold breath of death...

"Commander!", a faint voice could be heard, "Commander, Gods be damned!".

Doraleous' eyes were too heavy to be opened once again, but somehow the breton started to breathe better.

"He's out, Tristan! We have to go or we'll be dead as well... We already got Sir Gawain.", a second voice hurried the first one.

"Shut your godsdamned trap, Bedivere! Help me out here, Percy. Hurry!", the first voice replied.

Before he could heat more, Doraleous finally succumbed to his tiredness and injuries, falling into a pit of darkness inside his consciousness.