trygve is auto-failing the roll for a minor injury! please roll for his injury :D
The Visitor shows it terrible grief. A brother lost, his screams echo in its ears, they will never see each other again. He is so alone, he is never going home,
There is an ocean of silence between the Visitor’s sorrowful visage and the boy’s pretty face beginning to twist into defensive ire. It does not want to think of these things. It cannot think of these things. It wants to go home, and that grievous ache takes a dual shape in a father’s fading memory and the red flicker of an aurora’s graceful dance.
Death haunts the North; he knew she meant itself. It knows what it is, or what it is not. As if prayer or sacrificial rite, the battle that wages through the Second Door summons him. The sense of impending doom and despair radiating off the tree sparks the adrenaline in his blood. His breath quickens. A wraith, dangerously close, wails and spins on a ghostly heel to face its nearest target - Trygve.
SHIT.The boy hisses, dancing out of reach. From the left, another wraith yet unseen and unnoticed bowls into his sinewy frame. Fur and mud fly. Trygve’s mind sinks into the black nothingness of battle-focus; its teeth sink into the nearest wraith without mercy. It feels no pain, no fear, not even anger.
Only an unchained impulse to destroy.
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