Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190628182955

The battle won and the threat eliminated the effigie of Celestine melted away taking with her what brief wisps of her siblings essence remained. All that was left in her wake was a kneeling and unconscious Guard, Warden, Praetor.

So great was the burden of anchoring that strike, spell nor word could rouse him form his slumber. But it would be for the best, despite his fortitude the man would not sustain the visage of their pyrrhic victory.

And so he slept in silent suffering living through the past battle over and over in his mind until he woke, until he was whole once more. And so he slept for ages trapped between realities searching for his anchor, for his body...

His eyes opened slowly as he began to regain consciousness. His mind processed new information and took in the surroundings of the familiar room before standing up and searching for his belongings.