Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190305010541

The day had come. The day when he may no longer return. He would be lying if he said he was not nervous, not fearful. He would be lying if he said he had no regrets. He would be lying if he said he did not have the faintest of doubts that they could loose this battle. He knew that if it was one month or one hundred years they could not prepare enough. Now was the day that thwy would jump into the gaping maw of death and attempt to emerge on the other side of oblivion. They would attempt to do the task of gods themselves...

Jorge opened his eyes and saw the pitch black of his room. For all his blessings, for all his holy enhancements, for all the battles and all the glory. For all the blood and all the experience all he saw was darkness. No ray of light shone through. No ray of hope no matter how small proke through the eternal abyss he was in. He feared for his hide, for his friends... for his daughter...

The knight sat up in his bed and collected his thoughts in silence one last and final time before that luxury would be forgotten.

He made his bed.

He cleaned and packed his room.

He donned his equipment and readied himslef for the departure. It was quite funny really. To spend so much time to organise and clean a room wich may not even exist in a few days time. He found comfort in the futility and took time to enjoy the organized structure of something he may never see again.