Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160319190002

(Sorry for the profanity in advance.) Demoralized, Aelwin made several attempts at getting on his feeble feet, whinging silently, as he grabbed his blade, the rust on it covered in pus and Abelkain's blood, and yanked the sword off his throat before collapsing once again. He drove the blade vertically in a hole between two rotten planks, collected his sack's contents laying beside him, and rested against the hilt, his face smudged with disgusting bodily fluids. The tears left crooked trails on his cheeks. Wailing, he tried to life Abelkain's sword, but it was too heavy for the weakling.

He grabbed the longsword tighter, but the ponderous weapon would slip away from Aelwin's grasp. The Breton sniveled with a hint of frustration and mild anger, growled, and swung his rusty sword at the corpse's head a couple of times before the blade stuck in Abelkain's forehead yet again. He then furiously gave a tug at the weapon and stormed out of the shack, growling in an undertone and hobbling away. However, he faltered on his way and fell on his knees. The air felt dead to him; it set him coughing his head off, sending dribbles of blood on the dirt. After a few whoops, Aelwin forced his cough, punching his chest and abdomen, growling at himself.

"Aelwin!", an ethereal voice called out to him from the murky woods, "Come! Let's play! Hide and seek this time!..", he turned around, blood on his lips, feeling as if the voice came from behind the shack this time. A girl's laugh followed shortly, seeming incredibly close to the sickly Breton and causing him to turn towards the beaten path that the group went along before finding the shack. He saw the girl, the very same girl that visited him the other night on the hill and the very same girl that haunted him the morning after. She seemed painfully familiar to Aelwin upon closer inspection, but he wouldn't recall who she was. The look on her face was unsettling to him. "Will you play with me?", she asked. As the girl advanced, the look on her face changed from innocent to intimidating. "Will you play with me?! Why do you hardly play with me?!", she grizzled, "Is it because of Candice?! I knew you never liked her! You would prefer Ysolda over your stepmother! After all she'd done for you! That bitch you call your auntie left you, left you to live a luxury life of a royal, there in Camlorn!", tears of blood rolled down the little girl's cheeks the very moment she uttered a curse, "Do you know why Ysolda didn't take you with her?! Do you know why Candice beat you?! Do you know why your father never protected you from her?! Because you're a weak piece of shit!", the girl's voice echoed in a lower tone, ringing in Aelwin's head. He could see the black spots appear on her silky skin, blood slowly dripping from her mouth as she continued. "Yes, I would always tell Candice that you're up to something, so that she would punish you for everything you didn't even do! Because you are nothing! A cry baby! You would always annoy me! I can't stand you! I HATE YOU! I always wished you were dead!", the echoes ceased, and the girl weeped and coughed blood, her blonde hair falling off, revealing a rotten, black scalp. She glanced at Aelwin once again. "Weak. Garbage.", she uttered in the most serious of tones.

Aelwin sobbed, "L-leave me a-alone-e!.. L-leave m-me!..", the Breton shouted, his voice hoarse and faint. He picked up a small rock and threw it at the girl, before clutching his head and growling once more. The girl wasn't there when he blinked. Neither were the echoes.

"W-weak... G-garbage...", he repeated, holding his head, "W-weak... g-garbage... Y-you... You-u... w-weak g-garbage!..", he yelled, punching his face and trying to tear his hair. "W-weak... g-garb-bage..."