Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160715223051

I feel the darkness grip me with it's cold and painful tendrils. They stop my movement, cloud my mind, sap my strength and bring up memories long forgotten. I see great steel birds roaring threough the sky, people in strange patterned clothing holding even stranger black weapons. They enter the bird, no... it's a plane, how do I know this, and that's camo it's all coming back to me. The faces look so familiar yet strange, I feel a hand on my shoulder and look back only to see a man with a black hole in his face. He repeats a word, no name, my name my real name.

I hear the muffled cries of Aabi calling out to me as the dream fades away to a bright warm light. Opening my eyes I feel like we are sprinting to something, the sound of arrows clang against her body. A white aura bathes the interior of the armor and the cold grip vanishes.

(Mind)

"There you are! What happened!"

"I'll tell you later. But first let me see."

Eye slits open up in the helmet and a white glow flows from them. I see the mage ahead of us preparing for another salvo and as if an old reflex were awakened I raise my hands and aim the strange black crossbow and gently pull the trigger but then realize that there was nothing there. Withount second thought I power through the mage's second attack and shoulder charge him. The strike sends him flying into the farm wall and bouncing off it and onto the horse hitch.