Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-25828117-20150515151548

The End?
Arik never felt more horrible.

His dreams, smashed... His grandfather had lied to him, if that psychopath was to be believed.

no food, no water... again, in this accursed desert.

an all seeing, all powerful madman's mindless goons were right on his tail. He had to come to terms with the fact that this was probably the end for him. The end of his sad, sad life.

Arik lowered himself from the horse he had stolen earlier. After which he gave it a pad on the ass and sent it on its way back in the general direction of its masters.

After that, he turned to the morning sun, which was rising to meet him once more.

He had ran all night, now he was tired of it all. And even if he had kept running, they would've caught up with him or his dehydrated corpse eventually. There was no escaping this vast labyrinth of dunes. This... nightmare of a place which he once dreamed so fondly off.

Even that was so brutally taken away from him. In the end, His identity would be nothing more than a small speck... a stain on the tales of those much greater than him. Dacian, the troubled Breton Lich of kingly descent... Kay, the strongest woman he had ever met, just the sheer amount of moral weight she carried on her shoulders... and Isaiah, a wise man and a realist... Not the dreamy eyed pansy he turned out to be.

Life isn't fair. Some are just born to be great, Arik thought he was one of them... He now considered himself a fool for thinking that. This wild goose chase had been a good life lesson for him. Shame it would also take his away in the end. Though despite all of it, he had accepted his fate. It would only be a matter of time before it would caught up with him. In the meantime he decided to walk towards the sunlight.

And as the morning sun engulfed the silhouette of this self-declared unimportant man, so did fate. Was this really the last we would see of Arik?