Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-27550231-20191229043003

Even in his slumber Jorge found no peace as he was haunted by his past sins and mistakes. Wherever he turned he was greeted with the pain of his previous deaths, with the loss of those closest to him and the regrets of all his choices. There was no solace to be found in the slumbering realms as there was no goddess to soothe the tenebrous stoms that wracked his restless mind. Jorge waded in the waste deep waters as rain and hail pelted his exposed frame while the winds bit and tore at his chapped skin for this was his state of mind tumultuous and full of peril.

The former champion continued forward bombarded by affects both of the mind and spirit before collapsing to his knees and being taken under by the waves, but before he was lost a figure pulled him up and he felt the wamth of a midsummer day, the hint of strawberries and the gentle whispers of a lover before he returned to the waking world with a gentle gasp.