Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-15792134-20131103035237

Urdin was giving chase through a wooded area. Harbinger in hand. His target was an Ursa, though it was fast like Beowulf. He ran as fast as he could, yet it always stayed a steady few feet ahead of him. It seemed like ages, before they came into a clearing. He had it now, but just as he brought his axe down, the Ursa was gone. Replaced by a floating hood. Urdin fell pulling his ax from it's swing. He hit the ground. He was laying on a wood floor now. He stared at the cieling of the room. He looked down just to see the end of a training sword. He blinked and it was gone. He had been defeated in a spar he realized. He stayed there unsure of what to do. He then felt something jab him in the side. He reflexed but it persisted. His head grew foggy, as the world seemed to dissolve around him.

Urdin stirred at being poked. He mumbled as he lifted his head up.

"Raliegh I'm up." He said waving his hand at who he thought was his old friend. Till he actually got into the real world. He blinked at Zaffre. He felt sadness creep into his head, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Oh, morning." he said grumbling, and picking himself up. He looked at his teammate, then around the hall. He spooted a clock and realized it was morning. He stretched and yawned.

"Feel any better?" he asked while he yawned.