Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-5824038-20160217200719

Glorfindel had remained silent for all this time.

'Lifting the Curse? I would go alone to do that, if I had to. Surely it is knighthood's greatest calling, to accomplish such a tremendous feat, one that can save the land itself from death?'

Of course, he himself did not believe that last part, but it never hurt to try and appeal to any idealistic warriors among them.

'I imagine that I have been alive far longer than any of you,' he responded to Jawan, 'I still remember the original wars between the living, before undeath consumed us all. And I have survived all this time without turning into one of those Despaired, like him,' he pointed to Sebastian. 'And do you know how I am still like this? Because all this time, I have never settled down to rest for too long. I have always continued to wander, to fight, to quest. If you don't want to end up Despaired, then follow me and travel to that cathedral the spirits talked about. Otherwise you will just sit here and rot.'

He hoped that at least one of them could be persuaded to fight. He did so love fighting in a group.