Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-5824038-20160714194549

''Ahh... that hurts...''

The Brass Knight shifted the corpses lying on top of him, and pushed them away until he was out of the pile. He stretched out. It hurt a great deal to move at all, but he knew from experience that staying still for too long was a bad idea.

Okay, so our plan wasn't the most sound.

All of his memories were flooding back in an unstoppable tide of thoughts and events. It used to drive him mad, this awakening, but by now he was used to it. Within a few minutes the events of the last few days had come back, with only a few minutes of blank spots during their travel between the towns and forests of this kingdom.

''Too many pyromancers. And knights. And an Immortal. We should have surveyed our suuroundings, not just jumped right into the fight.''

Glorfindel stumbled across the graveyard towards the city gates, using his halberd as a support.