Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170804144241/@comment-17114085-20170808144257

(@Bee: Character Cards for Asciene and Estelle would be nice.

@Zoor: Sorry, I didn't see your last post.)

"We're in the middle of a journey to Dawnstar, so all we can spare is jerky and some mead." Ysabel said. She went through her and Ortis' supplies and handed some bread, jerky and a bottle of mead to the bard.

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Kyrnil and his Companions followed Estelle.

When the fight was over and his power no longer necessary, Ortis returned to normal. His body stopped glowing and it felt the toll of staying in that form for so long. He seemed to have aged 20 years, his hair now gray and his face begining to wrinkle. He also felt tired, more so than ever before. Ortis almost fell down, but Ysabel rushed and supported him with her shoulder. She put one of his arms over her shoulder and helped him get back to the others.

"That was foolish, Ortis." She told him. "You could've died."

"Better than all us dying. I can't let you die, Octavia needs you." The Nord muttered.

"She needs you too." Ysabel argued.

"No, Half-Gods do better without us getting involved in their lives. We Gods just make things complicated." Ortis muttered.