Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-19164168-20170729153017

Somewhere...

As she slept, Asciene stirred in her sleep, seemingly unable to find any rest despite being in a harmonic condition.

"Even in the most tranquil of state, she remains restless. Why?" the Shepherd asked himself. He knew that the Matriarch could hear his every word and feel his every though, but did not get any response.

Worse, the mysterious emnations Asciene was causing due to her stirring sent faint magical 'pulses' that could be picked up by some individuals...

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Robin could feel a taste in his mouth, as if a cold wind blew from the north. He recognized it somehow, yet was unable to tell why.