Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-25547106-20160323032908

"He and I met near an ancient temple where he was searching for a Crystal Gate in order to open a portal to safety for the refugees from the war. I offered to help him in his quest. As we continued on, after having procured the crystal from a young Lich, we began hopping all across the area, emptying entire cities just minutes ahead of the tides of war. We made several good friends along the way, as well as many enemies. But towards the end of the journey, we came across something rather unique. One of the very last remaining Wish spell scrolls in existance. Magic of old. DM used it then and there, unaware of the impact it would have upon the fabric of reality itself. As a result, he lost all memory of what happened and the war was ended. Up to that point, we'd gotten along quite well, but I could tell there was something unstable about him. Deep down. So I became his mentor of sorts. After his memory was erased, a part of him just seemed... gone. And his instibility seemed rectified." Armstrong ranted in response.