Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-27550231-20190111002958

In this warm and dimly lit room Jorge felt safe. Safe enough to allow himself to rest without a sword at his side. Without his armor within arms reach. Something about this place made him feel... nothing. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Not the heat or the cold. Not the lack of sensation or the milky water that flowed around his calves. Not even the endless void he found himself within.

Not a single thing mattered to him at all. Not even the goddess who sat within the vast yet shallow ocean of it all.

"You seem to lack focus O, champion mine. You're people are in unforeseen peril. You're kinsmen struggle to survive in a world where they lost against the ancient enemy and yet... Yet their beloved hero basks in the comforting embrace of their oppressors."

The goddess lay on her side, her torso held up above the milky waves of this endless white land.

"Come. Lay down with me. Indulge me with your troubles, with what stays you blade and weakens your heart?"

Jorge silently complied with her request and lay down into the liquid, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Let us do something about that shell."

With but a touch of the goddess Jorge's black stained armor crumbled away into the milky ether and disappeared without a trace.

"Now then. What ails you my chosen?"