Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170729080218

Silence.

Memphis looks on to the mass of bodies. The swords. The marks. They must've pained her sight as she's seen them thousands of times in her lifetime, but now she cares lessanymore. They have numbed her of all things else. It was like...all that lay before her are mere dolls.

"They are all that made a contract to me."

Memphis stands and wade past the bodies, which floated away to create a path. "These men have lived longer than you......and they have made deals with me in exchange for power. Greatness. Courage. Fame. Selfish...men of desires they all are. The swords..are all the wishes they discarded."

"Only one body has never ended here. His body..rests there."

And Doc sees past everything...a horrific image.

There was a man, impaled by swords. All of these swords, stuck on the ground as they had burst past his chest. They glowed faint, but the n the man impaled was dead -bearing a peaceful smile on his lips.

It was an old man - that Doc could understand, was Harmon Magdalene.