Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191023225921

Nyasia did not think she had ever experienced real terror until this moment. She knew fear, and despair, and horror. But real terror, soul-scraping and bowel-quaking in it's completeness. That's what this one. She did not think she could pry her hand from Helian or from her sword, even if her life depended on it. She was not certain if she could even remember how to open her hands.

Baldr hesitated, unwilling to say it, and then, lowering his voice.

"Quagmire."