Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-5614539-20150216090414

Rythian could hear the voices. They clamoured for attention inside his head, whispering insidious things into his brain. He wanted nothing more but to dash his head out on a rock as he sprinted down the mountain. But... He couldn't. He had a... a purpose, one he would fulfil. Even if it killed him. With his sword in his hand, he paused for a brief break at the base of the hill, kneeling, ignoring Rinvar and Robin nearby.

"Fen, what have you done??" Lyrissa growled as she cast a healing spell on it, before grabbing the bandage she kept in her satchel and binding it.