Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-24141785-20160606213641

While Miri and the others were in a tense situation, Gabriel was a fair distance away from the camp: repeatedly slamming an axe into the side of a fallen tree.

Over the course of many long months, the Breton had changed quite significantly. He had become more violent, brutal and isolated, and although he stayed on good terms with everyone, he found himself steering a lot more. He started to enjoy killing things - whether it was an animal, person or anything else. While the group meant everything to him, he didn't give two shits about anyone else.

He continued to wear away at it, growing increasingly more frustrated with each swing. Thoughts continued to race through his mind until he gave in, roaring with anger as carved through the log: practically seething in anger.

The Breton took a seat on the ground, burying his head in his knees whilst nobody was there to judge him.