Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160408131358

"S-stupid n-name ind-deed..." Aelwin breathed out and sighed in relief with a vague smile, laying by the chandelier and leaning on the stone wall. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, just like he would always do; however, the blood drops were pitch black, reflecting the weak flames of a few candles of the altar.

He turned to Lyre, quizzical. "H-hey..." he uttered, weakening, "D'don't k-know who you a-are, b-but... t-thanks..."

He crawled closer to Brolin and Jericho, laying between their dead bodies.

"I-it m-must feel h-heavenl-ly p-peaceful..." he exhaled, his whole left forearm bloodstained. He moaned silently, gently grabbing his bleeding arm, and passed out.