Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-24736819-20160106015846

As the elven woman and the Prince engaged in pleasuring eachother, Balin realized why she told him that she would show rather than tell.

Their passionate love embrace seemed to create a connection between the two, transfering to Balin the woman's foresight...

Balin saw himself standing over a cliff. The weather was awful, at least for those who enjoyed sailing as much as he did, because of the dark clouds and its lightning and thunder. Balin heard himself calling out for someone, an enemy.

Suddenly, he was back at the room, over his bed and under the elven woman. He glanced outside and saw the full moon lighting up the dark sky. The woman grabbed his head and turned towards her, rather violently returning their connection.

Back at the cliff. Now it all seemed more clear, as if before he was looking through blurred glass, and he could see Tormund's body behind him. He shouted again, calling for his enemy...or enemies. This time they answered the calling, 5 gigantic fully armored men or what he thought to be men. They laughed, not a human laugh, before charging against the young Prince.

He was good, very good. They clanged blades more than once, but each time Balin gave ground to those demons. He heard himself screaming that the creatures would pay for what they done to his family, his whole family and that is when the first blade struck.

Another armored man approached the cliff, unsheathing its ugly sword and placing the cold blade over the knelt Prince. He heard the cold laugh of the armored man and realized that the man's armor was very suiting to him, the skulls, its blackened steel and the helmet...that dreadful helmet. Balin realized that he was not dealing with men there, but with Death itself.

...

The young prince woke up in a jump, sweating and breathing heavily.

"See what I meant?", the now very shy elven woman commented. There was something about her, Balin couldn't tell what is was.

Without any doubts she was the most fascinating, stuningly beautiful being he had ever layed his eyes upon. Her tattoed body, her dark-black hair and her eyes, those amazing emerald-green eyes.

"I...I see.", was everything the breton could come up with.