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<blockquote data-quote="Fradak" data-source="post: 7528315" data-attributes="member: 6805410">Lying on the floor, Chrysagon opened his eyes and observed for a few moments the colorful bird that had pulled him from sleep by his shouts. The blazing parrot seemed unaware of the threat to the mortal creatures of this world. He was just living his life, carefree, at least that's what Chrysagon thought before the bird turned around, showing the other half of his exposed skull and his orbit full of swarming maggots.A profound despair invaded the Paladin. That feeling that whatever he did, his quest was hopeless. It's been 10 days since they landed on Chult and no serious lead had appeared to them. They were advancing straight ahead, going from encampment to encampment, without any specific goal. His god, usually always by his side, had abandoned him and condemned him to wander in this endless jungle.Chrysagon got up painfully and put on his chainmail before joining his companions already busy in the camp. His face low, he forced himself to eat. But could not help but think of the helpless man who had begged him to save his dead son in Port Nyanzaru. His mind clouded by his dark thoughts, he crushed the bread he was holding in his clenched fist and got up. &quot;I'm ready to go.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Fradak, post: 7528315, member: 6805410"] Lying on the floor, Chrysagon opened his eyes and observed for a few moments the colorful bird that had pulled him from sleep by his shouts. The blazing parrot seemed unaware of the threat to the mortal creatures of this world. He was just living his life, carefree, at least that's what Chrysagon thought before the bird turned around, showing the other half of his exposed skull and his orbit full of swarming maggots. A profound despair invaded the Paladin. That feeling that whatever he did, his quest was hopeless. It's been 10 days since they landed on Chult and no serious lead had appeared to them. They were advancing straight ahead, going from encampment to encampment, without any specific goal. His god, usually always by his side, had abandoned him and condemned him to wander in this endless jungle. Chrysagon got up painfully and put on his chainmail before joining his companions already busy in the camp. His face low, he forced himself to eat. But could not help but think of the helpless man who had begged him to save his dead son in Port Nyanzaru. His mind clouded by his dark thoughts, he crushed the bread he was holding in his clenched fist and got up. [B]"I'm ready to go."[/B] [/QUOTE]

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