Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190525170330

Rise.

The dead embers flicker.

Rise.

A cold finger twitches.

Rise

A small flame reflects off a dull lifeless eye.

Rise dearest champion.

Lungs gasp greedily for air. Muscles twitch and contract. The sprawled body spasming and curling inwards. The charred ring of ground roars as flames erupt with new life.

Rise my dearest anchor.

An armored gauntlet grasped at the handle hanging from his wrist and laid his eyes on the beasts fighting before him. His grip tightening a d heart pounding in response.