Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160716073902

Placing his hand on the mage's head, Praetor reaches out to his mind. Several images flash, of a past life, and possibly a future one, unfold.

...A child, loved and cherished, who is struggling to find her father whom she knows to be lost, but alive...

...A man, a warrior, a legendary Paladin without peer, ferocious and fearless, in front of a vast multitude of Order adherents, speaking, preaching, roaring to them, and they roar back as his speech drives them to new heights of zealotry...

...Those same adherents, their terror mingling with ecstasy as they undergo a ritual too profane for the sane mind...

...A Dragon, stretched in chains, in pain beyond measure, her once indomitable eyes now quivering with fright as she watches the holy blade that will spill her upon the altar descend slowly, taking its time...

...A man in dark clothing, his fury uncontrollable, fighting an unkillable foe as he breaks a pact with fate and pays the ultimate price...

...A gash, a gaping wound, unreal, red and raw in the landscape, as it spreads, multiplies, taking with it the very thoughts of all hope as it destroys and takes without mercy...

...And the earth, the very ground, as it churns and curdles and turns to ash beneath the vile footstep of the bringer of the end of all things, returning to claim its throne.