Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160721043426

With great effort I force myself to stand again, my muscles ache and break apart from the frost that engulfs them. My veins tear due to the ice that flows through them. My lungs struggle to force air in and out of them. My vision clouds over as the cold numbs my mind, yet I still stand near death but ever defiant. I raise my hand and point at Conrad

"Your tounge devises destruction, Like a sharp rasor, O worker of deceit. You love evil more than good, falsehood more than speaking what is right. You love all words that devour, O deceitful tounge. But the heavens will snatch you and uproot you from the lands of the living for all eternity."

With those final words my body freezes over completly and I stand there lifeless like a statue. Refusing even to the end to kneel to anyone for his will was unbreakable, incorruptable, unyeilding.

(Elsewhere)

Aabi writhes in Ferra's arms and tears start to seep from her eyes as she repeats. "H-he's gone. He-he's gone." over and over again.