Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140509003950

Tanner was slightly groggy, only feeling the pain from Triste's medical attention. His arm stung, and he was brought back slightly to reality.

''Goddammit, Knight! We need to stop this shit!''

Tanner finally fully opened his eyes when Triste moved him to the throne steps. There he lay on his back, his eyes fluttering open. His arm was hurting, and his scar was on fire. Nevertheless, he sat up, next to Triste.

"I thank thee, m'lady, for without thine assitance, I fairly may have sustained further injuries. I owe thee much."

Tanner turned to look at the throne.

"The Kings smile favorably. A victory in sacred halls theirs shall immortalize in their vision."

Tanner winced and held his injured arm.

"Herein wound was inflicted by Grimm. A beowulf. Appeared in one instant, extinguished in the next. The Cowboy and myself have prepared for a history of such wounds to come."

Tanner sighed.

"The night encloses. The final trial approacheth. I must ascend to therein royal dwelling and remain for night's remainder."