Reform

[Brokenhelix 145]

Jayce sits in his abode, a soft breeze rolling through his open stone home, sitting at his desk.

 

Raising his head as he looks up from the list of the Ebonglade Council, a sad, disappointed look on his visage.

 

Pushing himself away from his desk, he stands, lumbering over to the door, his dark shaded armor clanking as he walks.

 

Stepping outside, he strolls down the road, his gaze rolling over the stone buildings, looking for any sign of life, to no avail.

 

Long after, he arrives at the gate, his solemn black figure contrasting greatly against the snow

 

Staring sadly at the gate house, his gaze then shooting to his boots as he begins to walk towards the boat.

"Van'ayla, Ebonglade... I tried."

Lifting his head as he pulls his scarf from underneath his helm, untying it from around his neck, he looks at it in his hand before striding off into the snow.

 

[garentoft 9265]

Dirk wandered into Ebonglade, seeing Jayce leave. Dirk then realized that there's literally no one else there.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol sits in his newly acquired house, noting the dead silence from the above. The Doomforged scratches his cheek with a small nod to himself "Jus' lioke t'e las' tiome."

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