Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-5824038-20160409202810

The Brass Knight looked at the spear closely. It was a beautiful intricate piece, finely crafted. The initials seemed to have some kind of significence, and he almost recognised them. Perhaps a few lives ago, he might have remembered, but now the memories had faded.

This realisation produced many mixed feelings in him. Anger that he couldn't recall what he once knew. Fear that he was losing more and more of what had happened. Sadness that he would eventually forget everything.

'Fyr, my boy. Come take a look at this.'