Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191229010031

Clodagh's wounds healed, Nyasia moved now to Baldr, kneeling at his side.

His throat had been slashed open, little more than a gaping wound. Nyasia put gentle hands on the antlers of his helmet and slowly slid it from his head.

Most of his face was gone too, everything below the nose cleaved to nothing, his jaw hanging on just by strands of sinew. Loose teeth had been spread liberally in the wound.

Nyasia set the helmet down gently, and found she couldn't pull her eyes from Baldr. She put her hands to his chest, trying to will the same warmth into him that she had into the others.

But nothing happened.

"No..." She leaned back, legs folded beneath her. Here was the man who had cared for her, protected, dedicated his whole life to her. He'd had nothing for his own that hadn't been Nyasia's. And this had been his end--a bloody death in some nameless alley.

"You can't die." Nyasia whispered. "You're supposed to be invincible."