Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180611235455

As Jorge faded from reality he slipped out of his pit to avoid the crossfire a silent voice ran its fingers though his mind.

-Why do you cast me aside? Have you forgotten of me? Have you thrown me away like some broken toy? Even now! You ignore me as if I were a nusiance, some irksome child that that holds you back?-

The knight errant fumbled about in mental anguish as he attempted to fight off the mental assault, stumbling his way into the woodline.

-You dare not acknowledge my presence? You dare ignore my misery? My distress? I felt your PAIN! I wanted to help you but you cast me aside! Only now when YOU require aid is when you call for me?-

The ring's magic field stutters and fades as it lashed out at it's master revealing him once more supine against a tree where he finally saw him move. It was too late for him to react. It was too late for Jorge to reach out and stop Barnabus for he had already touched the exasperated wyvern. All he could do was pray for the groups cohesion and that they survive the night.