Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130525015541/@comment-6197897-20130602070600

Elidian ducked under the first two slashes of Albion, parrying the third and following up by slashing down in a diagonal fashion. Once again he had stepped back... But then something strange happened. A feeling unlike any other began to wash over him, the world slowly envoloping in darkness. As if drifting into a deep sleep, Elidian collapsed to the ground, shutting his eyes.

He 'awoke' mere moments later. Where was he, ever? He could see snow as far as his sight would allow, trees dotting and highlighting the landscape around him randomly. The forest, he told himself, ''this is... Uncanny.''

Something was different, though. Instinctively using only his right arm and both legs to stand back up, Elidian noticed he was missing his sling, and his left arm was hanging loose; no scars or signs of combat. He gripped his left shoulder and started 'rolling' his arm. Everything was in working condition. What a nice place I've gone to, he thought, smirking, shame I've gotta find a path out.