Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150204102142/@comment-24344819-20150206222428

"Ah, right! Ernest, Ernest...." For 8 months, every morning it was the same. She woke up not remembering a thing about herself or anyone else. All it took to remember was usualy just a short reminder, like a name in Ernests example. She felt an urge to look at her right hand. When she did she saw the name ´Ayrenn´ engraved into her flesh. Probably by a dagger. Probably by herself.

Memories of herself flooded her mind. Ayrenn remembered who she was again, though with each passing weak what she remembered became less.

"How many?" She asked Ernest right away. She also remembered that they were being chased. She didn´t remember why though.