Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170202170239

(Aw man, he left, I was gonna have them get all up in each other's shit)

"...at last, the dog comes to heel.  I will not give him the satisfaction of marking the hours of a fate that is not his own..."

Cyndwella opens her eyes. "..What?" she gasps.

A deep laughter resonates through the room, then through the mansion, shaking its walls. A chilling wave erupts from the shadow, passing through everyone in the mansion, then through the town. Like a dream, the shadows disappear. The blood fades and the candles flicker to life, the flower remains untouched, the words on the pages again tell their story.

Cyndwella slowly picks herself up, breathing heavily and sweating. She covers herself with her bocice and looks around confusedly, trying to make sense of her husband's words.

"..Dog?  What was he talking ab..."

Suddenly she senses the echo of Void magic atop the mountain. For a moment she thinks it's her husband, but it feels different, yet still familiar. Her brow furrows in anger.

"No, it couldn't be..."

With a realization she teleports to the mountaintop. Her expression suddenly turns from anger to fear as she sees Marcus on the ground.

"...Marcus?  MARCUS!!"

She rushes up to him and, with surprising strength, gently turns him over, cradling his head.

"Marcus!  Marcus, what the hell happened to you??"