Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-27025277-20160424043728

Jericho sat at upon a rock. His eyes revealed no emotions, but he was in absolute agony.

"What pains you son of Narrik?"A unidentifiable voice scratched across his mind like a sandy wind.

Hunger.... Never ending... All encompassing...

''Make it stop! Make it stop!!'' His mind screamed this. His body screamed this. Even his bones screamed this.

"Gods Have Mercy on Me!!"He exclaimed in thought.

''"But don't you think you deserve this?"That voice once again scratched cross his mind like sandpaper bringing with it a fresh wave of pain.

"Make it fucking STOP!!!"Jericho exclaimed out loud standing up.