Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904023858

"Nobody blames you, Jorge. But nor are you blameless.  Just know that all men make mistakes, but a good man knows when his course is wrong, and seeks to repair the evil.  And it is easier to seek evil than it is to create something good..."

Her words fade as Jorge sinks into the water. The image of Whitemarch becomes a blur, then a distant memory.

He emerges from the water, sputtering, coughing, throwing his sword and shield out onto the floor. He hoists himself out, and onto the floor. Catching his breath, he looks around, sees the twisted stairwells and floating obsidian, and instantly knows.

He is within the Crucible.

He listens intently. From a nearby stairwell he sees leading down, he hears familiar voices...