Hendrick the rock of your group, breathing heavily under his heavy plate his resolve shaken and unbearable as he drop his two handed axe. Lorin, the cheerful priestess no longer cheerful as her foundation shattered, falling onto her knees as she weeps. Drasile, stoic as ever grip his bow, his hands trembling, he was the first to turn and with unsteady gait walks away. You, after learning you can't prevent the destruction of your world, lost in dispair as the world trembles and quakes.
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