Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170104215115

In an instant he turns to the ranger and grabs him by the shoulders. His speed impossible for a man of his stature clad in such heavy armor.

"Who! Where is she?" Then he hears the voice of Thomas calling from the distance. "Nezon..." The bull of a man nearly tosses the elf aside as he runs in the direction of the call. He moves with reckless abandon, running through and over any obstacle in his way. He doesn't care, his child is still alive and she is all that he cares about in this moment.

Jorge skids to a halt and crawls up to his daughter, she is severely burned. She had crawled up through the fireplace to escape the chaos and hid in the forrest waiting. Waiting for the bad men to go away. Waiting for her dad to come back.

He hesitates to touch her, his hand trembles over her burned face. Then she moves, Nezon weakly grabs his hand and places it on her cheek as it slowly smooths out.

"D-da...d"

"Shhhh Shhhh. Don't talk honey. Dad's here... Dad will take care of you..." Tears stream down his face once more as Nezon smiles weakly and begins to cry herself. "Thank you... Thank you soo much... I- I don't know what I'd do without her..."