Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-7203512-20160222184204

(Successfully died, lol.)

Aelwin was just lying in the same pose. He lifted his shaking hand to see a bleeding wound, curled up tighter and shed a few tears as headache kicked in. He wished he had died, he didn't know what kept him fighting against this menace in a wedding gown and what made him do it all in the first place. He whispered bitter curses at the Gods he was no longer praying to, as tears rolled down his dirty and deformed face, mixing with the blood leaking from his open mouth. Weeping, he made pathetic attempts at reaching the sword sticking out of the Revenant's abdomen, but threw up the very moment he crawled closer. His eyes were full of disgust and animal fear, as he tried to grapple the rusty hilt. He couldn't. He was weak.

(K, gais, good night.)