Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161009050705

(Well, I'm done reading... there were a few thing that I wouldn’t have written if in control of my characters, such as the Prowlers using their powers and running away, allowing Vos to live his last dying breath. Also, they have weapons, so they rarely use claws and at last, those awekened Prowlers are almost in complete control of their form, so changing it wouldn’t happen... Anyway, I didn't planned on killing Farraud and actually intended on killing Tormund xD

And lastly, you finished killing Lisbeth's story with Damian, Harry :((( I was hoping those Northpointers would get killed or captured and Lis could've saved the Prince and ran...)

The fire was burning low and the smell of venison stew was inebriating, Tristan was very thankful that Percival's parents were hunters and thought their child very young to earn his dinner. They were all thankful, mostly to finally find a quiet place to rest and eat.

The Adamantine Knights had been running ever since they managed to retrieve their unconscious leader from the rubbles of Shornhelm's houses, two days ago and still no sign of improvement from the Knight-Commander. They knew he was still alive and oftenly they worried that his feverish delusions could give their position away to their enemies, who were certainly hunting them down.

"Still unconscious, eh? I told you we should've left him there.", Sir Bedivere complained, "I can't believe that fool will still be the cause of my death even after he departed from this realm."

"He is your commander, Bedivere!", Tristan replied, angrily.

"Not anymore, he isn't. If you didn't realized, those folks that showed up at the end were the High King's men, Gallahad, which means that we are no longer knights of the Adamantine Order.", the grumpy knight spat.

"He is right, Tristan.", rare were the moments that Sir Gawain spoke ever since that day. His cheerful and challenging tone gone much like his left eye and ear, "We're not Adamantine warriors any longer... but we did not lost our titles, Bedivere. We are knights still..."

It pained the young knight to see that Gawain Lefey's inner fire was not a part of the third in command anymore, but Tristan couldn't help but to smile when Gawain mentioned the fact that they still held their titles.

Sir Percival and Sir Beaumens were the last ones to join the others by the fire.

"Still at it, huh? You are a true pain in the arse, Bedivere. We should've left you there... probably should've tied you to one of those blowing-houses so you wouldn’t follow us.", Beaumens joked as he took a bowl of stew for himself.

"The area is clear. We shouldn't wait too long, though...", Percival informed the others, quickly glancing at their unconscious Commander.

"Well, I am fucking tired of carrying that cart around...so I will rest as much as I like, thank you very much. 'Less you wanna give it a try for a change, huh Percy? Fancy carrying our great overlord?", Bedivere commented, attracting all sorts of ugly glances and stares.

Tristan looked back at the seemingly unconscious Commander and sighed, little knowing that Doraleous had briefly regained his senses and heard the entire conversation before giving up once again and diving one more time into the darkness.