Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180127100606

(BT) The note is simple and predictable given how short a time she had to write it. Ashe gently urges she confide in someone, and that she would gladly bear his burdens if he would let her.

When he shifts, however, a glint catches his eye. There in the second bag he spies a simple black crystal as long as his hand.

As he absent mindedly touches the crystal he finds himself yanked in to a dark and damp feeling space. The abyss stretches on for an eternity until a small wind blows a collection of dust that shimmer like stars. They twist in the air as if caught in a current of water before being brushed away into the dark.

He looks to his feet, finding the sand replaced with a giant flat tombstone marked with a rune of Chaos.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Jorge turns to see an auburn haired man in silver armor smirking at him, sitting in a non existent chair with a mace by his side. The thing is brutal looking to the point of monstrous, and its presence makes Jorge realize he's unarmed and unarmored.

"Hello Praetor Jorge. I am Arden. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." the man says with a dip of his head.