Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729214053

The tripped Demon regains her balance, but too late---the Paladin lunges, running her through. He pulls out his blade and turns, swinging in a wild arc that shows his strength is failing. The second Demon goes down, crying out, and he plunges his blade into her until she stops moving.

Gasping with effort, the paladin stands upright. There is another tremor, and a crack appears in the wall beside them, splitting with a sharp sound. The paladin struggles to keep his balance, staggering up against the wall, leaning on it until the shaking momentarily subsides.

Wearily, he pulls up his visor. Panting, he gazes in awe at Praetor as his visage fades from the palace, the floor shuddering as it comes apart. The last thing Praetor sees is the knight making the sign of prayer as the image fades from view...

Praetor awakens.

He is on his back. The air is cold on his face as he stares up at the stone ceilings of the Elven room. He feels movement, and Lucida's concerned face appears above his.

"Sir Praetor?" She asks meekly. "You've been asleep for hours.  You must've been exhausted.  Are...are you okay?"