Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20180627021638/@comment-26380985-20180727115702

A dark mist circulates over your body and surrounds you like a serpent. She was cold, colder than anything you have ever known, as if she could freeze your soul. So ... you came ... An old voice and rock spoke. The black mist took on the form of a man of medium height, though he emitted a terrifying aura that was certainly not human. The black mist covered her legs and arms, holding them tight as moorings, running away was not an option. You ... the messenger ... you who carry their message ... their memories ... let me ... The figure places his hand or what resembles a hand and picks up his cards that quickly turn into small pieces of ice. Now ... they ... are wherever they go ... the messenger ... will be the witness ... and you will see everything ... with your eyes ... and that your actions be ... my key ... That black hand touches your face just for a moment, but you can feel your blood freezing and your consciousness has escaped.

Sometime later you wake up, but somehow, you're not the same anymore, it's still you, but it's also someone else, you tried to hold on to your name, but when you thought only what was coming: Arthur Blackwood. You knew this was not your name, but you felt familiarity, as if it were your name all you live.