Board Thread:World Map/@comment-24937485-20161129063822/@comment-25687356-20161129210049

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|KF|- Keldran went from being carried by Saphira into the arms of a large Scottish man who threw him around like a flat basketball. It surely only worsened the condition of his body as he was thrown around, but he couldn’t feel even a flea touch him at this point. Too much blood loss and overall physical exhaustion left him worse for wear. Though even within his deaden state of being when the warm liquids decided to make passage into his body it willing accepted and slid down his throat almost without a hitch. It’d take about a day before Keldran would finally wake up and when he did his eyes immediately scattered lazily around the ceiling of where he was, his body was slowly adjusting to finally being in working condition again. He brought his hands up into the air above him to make sure he could still move them and such, then bringing them down to his cheek he gripped and tugged at the skin before just allowing them to fall to his bedside again. “I didn’t die, what a surprise.” The statement carried heavy sarcasm and eventually he sat himself up on the bed and looked around the entire environment. His eyes had finally adjusted completely to the situation at hand.

He stood and began to stretch out his limbs jumping back and forth like a boxer did to warm up his legs. He went over to see his claymore sitting against the wall he went over to grip it’s handle and within doing so he felt all the wave of what happened and emotions flutter back into his mind. Almost overloading it on impact. He fell to a single knee and slowly brought the sword to his back and strapped it on like he normally did. He re-took his posture and reserved position and looked towards the outside, there was only a door between him and finishing the journey he had started. He wanted to cry but his body had no tears left to offer. Instead of staying long to find out what had happened he moved closer to the door. Now clasping his hands together, he would attempt to use the barrier method Jutsu so he could sense was outside. Even if he felt better you could never assume safety was ahead. If it worked he'd be able to feel the two presences outside faintly. If not he’d get frustrated and simply storm out of the door and confront them. But as he left the door, something happened. It seemed that Keldran’s soul had split into two. The old Keldran being left behind that door and the new Keldran exiting out of it.

Upon confronting them he noticed the familiar persona of Saphira his dragon summoning that he received as a gift from Agnis and another man that was larger than any man he’s ever seen in his entire life. So, he spoke. Making his words quick and to the point. “I don’t know how I was saved from those grievous injuries but I thank you for helping me. Saphira where is the urn with my brother’s ashes? I have no time to rest anymore. I need to finish what I started and get to the mountain.” He’d now stand and await his answer. His face plain and overly emotionless for the most part- |KF|