Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191007182757

Helian did not look at life through the same lense as Nyasia. He didn't come from some long divine-blessed legacy that included some of the greatest men and woman from history. The only thing he had to live up to was a lowly legionnaire father he had never known and a mother which well... things were complicated with mom.

Never had he considered the great impact an adventure like this could have on a person. Despite being ostensibly told he was special, it was as if his mind actively rebelled the notion he truly was. He was just 'Helian of Bruma'. Or 'of Chorrol'; even that was unclear.

"I'll let you know when we get there." He eventually said with a boyish smile. A smile that quickly dissipated when he heard a shriek echo down the corridor.

The man unfortunate enough to endure Baldr's brick could hear his skull crack before everything went black, the body went limp mid-stride and they tumbled to the floor, letting the club roll away in a wide arch, first towards Baldr and then away.

The second attacker felt himself being manhandled to become a meatshield for the armorless warrior in a way he could never have concieved. The third man coming at Baldr had to stop when he came close to hitting his friend.

Clodagh meanwhile wrestled the woman to the floor but they still proved to be quite fierce. Not only that but the Nord had just made her the perfect target for the other two of which the man got there faster and was now standing over both her and the small woman, ready to bring his club down on Clodagh's shoulders.

Lysilde did not doubt he would.

"But what do you do when you rest? Do you perhaps read? Or play games?" One of those was more likely than the other, but that wasn't the point.