Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-25038310-20150811222916

Archo grunted. He had expected to wake up facing the ceiling of some godforsaken abandoned house while resting on a piece of a makeshift bed, but he only saw the unwilling darkness looming over him as the body of a huge entity, ready to embrace him in all his glory.

He widened his eyes as he noticed his armor was rended and molded with his skin, as was the case for an already long time.

Suddenly an intense feeling went through his eyes, as the sudden amount of light startled him. He sat up straight, feeling ill and tired. Around him there were various small pools of blood - and the largest one was his own.

There were various broken swords of which the blades and the hilts were seperated around him. Next to him there were various knights lying on the snow, as dead as could be.

What amazed him was the sheer amount of knights that were around him - all dead, but better yet, all wearing almost the exact same armor as him.

The same, reinforced silver and plate - the helm donning the feathery motif of his own.

Had he killed those people? He tried recollecting whatever had happened before he blacked out. Shouldn't he have frozen to death? How long was he unconscious? Did he die beforehand?

He slowly reached for his throat between the narrow hole in between the plates of his armor. It seemed to have soaked whatever armor and skin was underneath in blood, indicating it was the source of it all. But there was no scar and he could still breathe.

He got off the ground, as he noticed his hands were starting to freeze. He breathed heavily, before attempting to leave. While doing so, he grabbed a silver ornamented ebony sword off the ground, and looted some of the knights around him.

He remembered these people. Theodore. Alexander. Roland. But why? How?

He stopped for a moment, before thinking.

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"You're done for, Archo." Theodore said, panting. " It's over. You've gone too far this time." He added, as he drew his sword and pointed the tip of it at Archo.

Archo took a few steps back, glaring at the man. From the fog behind him two other figures emerged and surrounded him, all clad in almost identical armor.

"She.. she wasn't his to wed." The lone knight replied. "I came and got what I was looking for. She didn't want it as well. She.. She told me, dammit."

"Stop it, Arch. You're fucking fucked. You're not getting out of here alive, you hear!?" Roland snarled, as the three knight slowly surrounded and approached him.

"Fuck off... Just go away. Fuck. Off." Archo replied, panting as well as his voice was muffled through his helmet.

"Kill him." Theodore uttered. Archo widened his eyes as he looked up at the man he deemed his friend, for the last time.

Before he could grab his weapon, he felt two cold metal blades pierce his left side and back. Roland and Alexander issued a battlecry as they commenced their attack.

He fell down on his back on the cold ground, unable to move as he felt continuos stabs and thrusts of metal pierce whatever parts of the body were exposed. Ten. Twenty. Thirty stabs?

Did he really do this much wrong?

For his best friends and allies to betray him?

Liberate the lady?

His ears ringed as he didn't hear anything anymore. Clouds of black started taking over his eyesight and develop his mind in a cruel and sadistic way. He felt cold, but warm at the same time. The warmth came from the pool of blood that surrounded him.

Theodore took the last and final stab for himself. He watched the blade pierce his throat as he gargled for air. Anything. He held a hand on the blade and attempted to pull it out himself, although Theodore was stronger and he was weakened. He felt the life flow away from him as he fell back when Theodore placed his boot on his chest.

He couldn't move. The last thing he saw was Roland spitting on his corpse. He didn't hear what they were saying, but Alexander snarled at him and threw a few insults his way when he did so. Alexander approached Archo as he placed a hand on his own eyes and lowered his eyelids, effectively darkening his world and ending his life as his gargling for air stopped.