Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191029114843/@comment-7262318-20191101152558

Garran had taken notice of Nyasia's new attitude, and truth be told, he was starting to get a little irritated with it. He had stepped up to the challenge a few times, but none ever ended in success. He saw dreams of his father being the man that his mother had spoken, that being a gallant knight from one of the courts of High Rock. There were others where he was entirely Orc, and a member of his mother's former clan. There were also ones where he was bound to a spit and being eaten alive by them.

Then there were the ones with Shrava. Those were the ones that weighed heavily on his mind. There were two futures that he always saw. One was him and her on a hunting trip, and she was quite a different woman then. Dressed in leather armors (she mentioned that she refused to wear furs), toting a bow and arrow, and remarkably calmer and collected than normal. The other involved her turning into some sort of hell-demon and torching the world around them, along with everyone in it. He had no clue if these dreams were possible futures or just playing on fears, but he didn't want to find out, either.

And of course, the Queen's new uptight attitude wasn't helping things. It was fine at first when she was giving helpful tips, but now that it was all she started talking about and that she was constantly badgering him with questions afterwords, his patience was beginning to wear thin.

He hated puzzles.

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Shrava had not even dared to touch the object. It would be of little use. She knew that she would be unable to face her demons. Most of her adult life had been spent repressing and burying her life in the mine, and she new that as soon as she touched the amulet, it was going to dig all of those fears and pains back up and bury her in it. Thus, she remained at the back of the cavern, content to simply watch the others try their luck.

Coward...

Alvoran, like Garran, had attempted to break this puzzle multiple times over the past 4 days, to no avail. Although, it was not a total loss for him. Though he experienced a handful of nightmares in there, he frequently saw the dream where he was a father with Yenith by his side. It was pleasant to see his wife again after the months they had been apart, and living a future that was equally joyous.

That being said, there was a slight agitation beginning to form. How would he live that dream when he was still stuck on this quest trying to figure out the most complex puzzle to ever exist in man's history?

Alvoran had just concluded another run, where he failed to get past the 2nd level again. Frustrated, he took his gloves off and threw them against the ground, plopping down and running a hand through his hair.