Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-25038310-20151031140154

Sander looked down at Lyrissa's right hand, before shaking it - somewhat surprised by the gesture. "Tell your father I said hi." he added, jokingly.

"Thank you, Woody. Now that Gilliet and François are dead, you can take over the psychic links and stop these monsters. "  He said, turning around as he grabbed his revolver from his belt. He put a last bone bullet in the gun, before holding it against his temple.

"I must go in now. The fog is rising." He muttered as he looked over the city of Daggerfall. "A last voyage, a great leap in the dark."

With those final words, Sander pulled the trigger. In his subconscious, his whole life flew by before his eyes. The ups and downs, the bad and good, the lives he took and saved. The people he met. All leading up to this. And he was glad that he thought every second of it was worth it.

Sander's corpse fell sideways on the ground, as his tricorn was seperated from him. A gaping hole had entered and exited the side of his head, and the small strings and bits of brain on the ground could be seen as an abstract painting. His grey- blackish hair covered his face as he dropped his revolver.

The moment that happened, François' regeneration came to an abrupt end, finally killing the nobleman.

The rain cleared up after a few moments of silence, making way for a few bright rays of sunlight that managed to pierce their way through the thick and black clouds of the city, leaving the elf and the Auroran alone, together with two corpses of two vampires. One with a nearly blown off head and the other with a large cleaver in his back.