Medieval Role-Play!

-A booming voice as loud as thunder is heard over the battlefield. It is the voice of Solonor Thelandira, the elven god of archery.-

" Salrion! I have watched you for many years. Seeing you develop and master your skills. You have lost alot in the past day. And now. You have made the ultimate sacrifice. For this I commend and award you!

-A bright flash of light spreads over the battlefield. When it clears all the enemy are gone. My lifeless body slowly starts rising into the air a glowing aura around it-

 

(lmao Savage.)

-The arrows in my chest turn to dust and my body is glowing.-

I imbue in you some of my own power! I will heal your wounds and bring you back giving you a second chance! You are truly a noble elf Salrion! Do not fail me!

-My heart starts beating again and I snap awake. I cry out in agony as so much power is infused in me. My eyes are glowing giving off a golden light.-

 

(not on the grond yet Bridget lol)

 

-I slowly start to descend being placed lightly on the ground. The glowing in my eyes goes away and I collapse from weakness.-

 

-I slowly struggle up holding my head-

"I...I was...."

 

(Sav?)

-I look at my hand still taking all this in-

"I can't believe it.... Solonor brought me back... And he gave me some of his own power."

 

"The elven god of archery..."

 

-I look around and see no enemy's-

"We won?"

 

-I yell out to the soldiers who look at me in awe-

"Good work everyone return home!! You've all earned it!!"

-I remember Savage and my face turns to sorrow-

"We have to bury Savage..."