Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160825000341

Deidre stops in her tracks, her axe having dropped from her fingers long ago. She cannot see Armata's face, only the dark silhouette of his frame as his coat billowed in the wind, the roiling sky a lake of fire. She stopped, her heart pausing heavily as the image imbedded itself in her mind. She had never felt like this before. She didn't know why, only that her very being was being called by something over which she had no more control than the weather. Was this what it was like to be in...no. This was something else. She almost watched herself from afar as the words came, whispered from a mouth that now trembled...

"...What is it you ask of me, Lord?"