Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180509021052

"Get... back here" He muttered to himself as the vampiric cabal exited the cathedral.

His first step was solid, his next shook and his third left him prone on the ground. All this campaign he found himself wanting, he found his newfound weakness more and more hindering. There was no way that he could save Layoka in his current state. He could not bear the thought of becoming the ball and chain that weighed the success of the group down. Perhaps he should just lay down and end his journey here? Perhaps he should vanish in the fires and accept his fate

''And what? Fade into the ashes in a foreign land? Die in a burning cathedral, a mockery of your previous life? Die then. Burn in this tainted place and accept the eternal torment you have so chosen. Do not curse my name when your beloved child cries out your name and you do not answer. Do not rise. Do not fight. Accept your fate. But remember that you WILL linger...''

Praetor forces himself to his feet, his limp movements mimicking that of a puppet drawn by strings. His knees shook under the weight of his armor, his sword dug into the ground as he propped himself up, his head lay low as it nodded too and fro as his lazy movements shook him in unatural ways.