Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20181205124022/@comment-31336039-20181212211314

(In that case.) Fayard went from dream to nightmare, facing an invasion. They were losing and fast. Chaos unfolded before his eyes.

Arbaleste in hand, he was running away. As far and fast as he could. He heard them behind him. Those who did not run fast enough. Geting caught up and calling for help. But he could not do anything alone in front of the dark mass that was approaching inexorably. Fear was now his only guide in the dark forest he thought he knew.

It was then that he jumped into the river and was carried away by the icy current. He woke up sweaty.