Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-7262318-20170708022029

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Deaphanie gently touched Duncan by the cheek, staring deeply into his eyes. "It was not your time, Duncan. If it was... I would have bid you farewell there and then. As when it comes to dying... I've gotten used to it. I've been stoned, burned at the stake, been run through by swords, spears and arrows, I lost my head during the French revolution, I drowned when the Germans sank RMS Lusitania, and that's to mention a few."

She snickered. "I don't know if that counts as danger, but I make do." "It's danger, but... you've never really been troubled with the thought of dying. Because you can come back," Duncan pointed out. "You die out in one war, and you can come back soon for the next war..."

He looked at the gun he had used to almost shoot himself. "Once I drop into a grave... that's it. The end."