Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-7203512-20160227202145

Aelwin looked at Dunistair, then Katla, before glancing at Abelkain once more, his breath labored and hands shaking. Full of animal fear, he raised his voice.

"C-can you..." he coughed up some blood, "Can you explain w-what in blazes is hap-pening?!" he yelled, expecting his two companions to reply. He raised his sword, trying to hold it at his throat. "I-I'm dead, this is a dream! Make it s-stop!" he yelled once more, before noticing the burial mounds and collapsing from a wound in his leg. The Breton dropped his sword in the swamp, but luckily, it stuck cross-guard-deep and wasn't swallowed whole by the murky mud.