Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190217022144/@comment-5543592-20190217210049

Cade approached Graicus, closing his eyes briefly.

Graicus felt a rush of good feelings-- a fire on a cold day, settling into a soft bed, biting into a fresh meal, watching the sun rise over a mountain top-- at the apex of them the spear was ripped from his back. They lingered for a moment longer, before slowly disappating, guiding him out of the vicious pain the spear's removal would bring.

Cade rested the butt of the spear on the ground and leaned against it for support, as if it was as staff. He went and reclaimed the stag's helm. He held that in one hand, the spear other, the two trophies that had given Ulren his Hircine visage.