Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160601154412

"We can do it, Simon. We just need to believe in ourselves. Nothing, after all, is impossible. We made it this far."

''"Are you sure, Richard? This is much too arduous for us, for the boy.. we cannot accomplish this task. Either we are too weak, or they are too strong." Sebastien spat, somewhat angered at Richard's attempts to cheer up the young lad who sat by the gravestone, burying his face in his palms. His helmet and the rags that concealed the black armor underneath was drenched in blood, layers upon layers. The wounds were starting to hurt, and everytime he was stabbed or slashed he felt an itch on the place the longsword hit. It was maddening - the three throwing themselves on the same enemy time after time only to be sent back to the crags from which they came. It was pure, repetitive torture they constantly had to endure.''

''"We can, I am sure of it." Richard  the spurned replied with an unwavering sense of trust in his own and that of his group's abilities. "It's been done before. We can do it too."''

''"Can we? Two knights and someone no older than his teens, and you think we can take down this blasted cleric and his lackeys? No, I highly doubt it. I lost count of how many times we were stabbed, fried, skewered and decapitated. It's too much, Richard." Sebastien told the man, gesturing at Simon as well with a curt nod at the head, causing Richard to throw a stare towards the lad.''

''The boy was disheartened with the discussion, to say the least. He missed his former group. His former friends. But Tristan was insane. Linde was insane. Abello.. most likely too. He was gone - he knew that much. And the poet wouldn't return for him.''

''"Linde.. Tristan.. they'd want me to go on, I am sure of it." Simon told the two as he looked up at them. These warriors, these knights. Strong they were, stronger than him. He couldn't stand how weak he was. He looked down at the spear that he held in his hand for a moment, before rising to his feet. He was atleast a head shorter than Sebastien, and a little shorter than Richard. ''

''Sebastien was the one who found Simon, and he wouldn't want to leave him behind. If it weren't for this knight, he would have lost his mind and purpose. He would be with him to the end.''

''"Of course they would." Sebastien muttered as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder. "They would expect nothing less of you."''

''"What are we waiting for?" Simon managed to ask with an uplifting voice, as he pointed his spear at the doorsteps of the cathedral. "We have lackeys to slay and a lieutenant to kill. I think what Richard says is true. If not us, who then?"''

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"That inn will do, as I said before."Richard told Glorfindel and Fyr from a distance. "Kick in the door if you must. I doubt the former owners will mind."

"The Redguard's dead." Sebastien dryly muttered. "And is gone."

"That doesn't bode well." Richard replied, although he didn't seem to mind at all by the looks of it. "We'll await him here. He won't get very far without us."

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((@Tate your character was on the way to the city of Jehanna..

@Vessel Accepted. You can start whenever.))

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