Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170104204141

The once mighty knight who once prided himself in being a bastion of emotional fortitude has now become a shadow of his former self. He slowly collects the shattered remains of his former self and stands defiantly. He removes his helmet revealing to the world the tears that silently made their way down his pained visage.

The helmet is planted on a fence post far from the crowd of guardsmen, far from the scene of the crime. He leans on the fence as he did earlier this day and gazes upon the now dark and cold meadow. It's once beautiful warm embrace now was cold and uncaring. What was the point in prolonging it? Why should he care what he does from now on? His world was taken from him, why not just return the favor tenfold...