Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-25547106-20160225034429

And then, DM caught glimpse of a plane of immaculate glory, its warmth soothing his tired muscles and battered limbs. His fatigue and chilled bones ebbed away as the visage of a brown-haired goddess with a glowing crown of gold and platinum reached forth with her scepter. His heart beat in his chest louder and harder, as though it might burst, but then... Reality came flooding back. And DM knew death and the joys it could bring to a tired adventurer, but also the horrors it might reap upon the souls of the living. In just that brief moment, he'd seen the gods and their servants, the beasts and their carnage. He'd seen it all. And he was thankful it was just memories. But in reality, DM caught glimpse of a single tear rolling down Armstrong's cheek, all these memories being his very own as he'd relived all of them.