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Lakian: Warning that is being of the Triggering Content that is being of the nature that is being of the graphic is being contained that is making of the being of the fighteningness, maimadaimaling, trauma that is being of the general and specific that is making of the being about the accidents that are concerning the vehicles and that is of being the most traumaticed: English: Trigger Warning Contains graphic content, including fighting, maimedness, and general and specific trauma concerning vehicular accidents and loss of facial hair. Grigori’s limp body lay on the ground, around him lay the wreckage of the cart, wooden debris, body parts, and bits of shorn metal. A piercing ring echoed in Grigori’s ears and his vision faded in and out of focus as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Grigori dragged himself to his feet, however found that one of his legs had twisted into the wrong direction, and so he limped among the hulk and shell of what had once been the cart carrying him to his certain demise, with his mind in a fog and no destination in mind, he stopped. A uniformed man came bounding past Grigori, bumping him and almost causing him to trip to the ground, one of the guards that had been accompanying him, the guard crouched low behind a wheel stuck halfway in the dirt as he began the slow process of drawing the string back on his crossbow, however his efforts were in vain as a bolt became lodged in his skull from an unknown assailant. Grigori continued to hobble aimlessly, in a state of shock, he could not process the danger he was in. Grigori stopped again before the main body of the carriage, another guard once again hiding behind it, crossbow in hand. The guard turned to face Grigori and reared his crossbow towards the aged Keeper. Crash Thump The guard and another man collided and were rolling around on the ground, the crossbow loosed its bolt, which went slinking harmlessly into the far distance, Grigori turned his attention to the bolt, watching it soar away, ignoring the two on the ground as they pummeled and raged at each other. Grigori stared off into the distance, wondering how far away the bolt had landed, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Grigori turned around to face the man before him, a broad shouldered man, with a full beard and mustache, Grigori reached up to his own face to stroke his own facial hair, however found none. Grigori looked the man over, a mix of brown leathers and red cloths adorned his person “I am thinking that I am needing help, Grigori is thinking he is lost…” Grigori spoke dazedly. The man placed his hand on Grigori’s shoulder and gave a light smile and subtle chuckle “Da, Stepan will make of the helping of the GREAT Grigori.”
