Jullienaux raised his head just in time to catch a brief glimpse of the fleeing assassin. Amidst screams of surprise and horror, a young lass fell limp unto the hardwood floors of the establishment at the sight of blood-stained chainmail. The Elezen groaned and reached for the base of the arrow that had pierced chain and flesh and colored his gallant armor crimson. He tried to calm himself, to ease the rising and falling of his chest as panicked onlookers approached, brave samaritans ready to lend their aid to the wounded knight.
He raised a hand warning them to keep their distance, but even that effort made his eyes glaze and the world shake. The knight collapsed in a clang of metal.
A week later, after the poison had run its course, from the comfort of his bed the knight would seek answers. "Why?" He shook his head, knowing he had made many enemies over his lifetime in the name of justice. "I am... I am a righteous man," he said faintly before repeating it louder, as if the strain on his voice somehow improved the statement's veracity. "I am a righteous man." He found that it became more difficult to accept that lie with each passing sun.
He raised a hand warning them to keep their distance, but even that effort made his eyes glaze and the world shake. The knight collapsed in a clang of metal.
A week later, after the poison had run its course, from the comfort of his bed the knight would seek answers. "Why?" He shook his head, knowing he had made many enemies over his lifetime in the name of justice. "I am... I am a righteous man," he said faintly before repeating it louder, as if the strain on his voice somehow improved the statement's veracity. "I am a righteous man." He found that it became more difficult to accept that lie with each passing sun.
Talks the talk, and walks the walk.
Serious, lore-abiding, mature roleplayer.
Serious, lore-abiding, mature roleplayer.
