Re: Chapter 1-Group 2: The Market place
Orrik took in the details of the shop as they passed through it but had been thankful when they arrived in the solitude of the back room. After so many years of enclosed space, being outside has been a but overwhelming. Orrik drew back his hood, comfortable with the privacy now possessed. He took no interest in sitting despite man's gestures.
"Eternity in a prison of my own design." He replied in his solemn, harsh voice. "Something had gone wrong during the ritual. We...I never found out what happened. There was fire, it felt like everything burned. Down through to my soul and then...nothing." Orrik's armored fingers twitched uncomfortably. The loss of senses had only really bothered him in later years when he thought about their absence. The taste of a warm meal, the smell of a spring day, the caress of a lover...
Orrik shifted his weight uncomfortably once more before drawing the massive sword from his back and sitting on the bench, the great blade laid bare across his lap. "What do you know?" He demanded coldly.
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