Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140512234232

Tanner saw Triste's sorrow, as he listened to her talk about her past. He brought her in closer, one finger wiping away her tears, while kissing her forehead.

"Thou must be worrisome no longer, m'lady. I remain by thy side."

Tanner lay there, looking at Triste, before speaking again.

"There are not many tales for which I may speak of. Nevertheless, I shall tell thee the tale of our initiation."

Tanner moved slightly, so as to allow Triste more room.

"To begin, my descent partook of a fallen tree as well as an encounter with the Beasts of Grimm. After an excursion through the woods, I appeared upon my comrades. Sir Albastru, our mysterious partner, Sir Talen, our leader and medical specialist, and Sir Camo, our rather....distant comrade."

Tanner coughed a little, away from Triste, before continuing.

"Our relic was the Black Knight. Some may consider it fitting. Our path blocked by a Nevermore, which was slain, and later more beowulves. Our escape eventually occurred, but alas, we were assaulted by said Grimm. Lo and behold, our scar, a direct effect of the struggle."

Tanner shivered slightly.

"The night passes on..."