Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170904031002

Karliel murmors and twitches a little but there is little response to Ceras. In his unconcious state, Karliel dreams unpleasantly, seeing shapes and malformed beings. Slaughter on an unprecedented scale, seas of blood and endless wars being waged by legions of creatures he is not able to discern. He feels an urge to join the fray but is forced to turn away and is left facing a snarling face of a creature that roars and raises a mighty axe above its head to split Karliel in two.

Karliel's left arm swings to defend himself from a blow but the weapon never lands. In reality, Karliel wakes to being dragged away from a scene of carnage. His rittled form surprises him but not as much as the amazing amount of pain he feels. It is not from the open wounds he can see that are riddled throuhgout his body but in the back of his head and neck. He cannot feel his body and can see his limbs react to his will, albeit slowly.

He doesn't recognize what has occured, the recent past a blurred image and he feels groggy and very weak. But he remembers the renegade, he lifts a hand to weakly grip the wrist of the Ceras,

"Wha...what happened?"

Karliel's head slowly turns from one side to another,

"Where....where is....Soin?"