[center][h2][color=darkturquoise][b]Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar[/b][/color] [img]http://preview.ibb.co/n3vSvm/Cesar.gif[/img][/h2]

[h3]The Crypt, [i]Taking a Breather[/i][/h3][/center]
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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@JBRam2002]

Cesar’s eyes fluttered open, finally back to his senses and finding himself standing once more. He wasn’t too certain what happened after his fall, save for the obvious; the Light had managed to triumph over the dark, after all. Cesar couldn’t help but laugh to himself at their victory, despite all odds. [color=darkturquoise][i]We did it..[/i][/color] the Bard thought as he walked down the hall, nodding to each of his allies as they came to. [color=darkturquoise][i]... We’re heroes.[/i][/color]

While Cesar walked down the Crypt, he had heard and seen Katia spring forward, hyper as always. As he did, before, when he still had his ship, Cesar closed his eyes and had his arms wide-opened, waiting for that familiar embrace he hadn’t felt in so long. Instead, however, his body felt an all-too-familiar cold breeze as she dashed past him, stopping and laughing with delight along with their resident scholar, Wick. Cesar could only make a solemn smile at their joy as he began thinking to himself, having only realized their communion now.

[color=darkturquoise][i]Is this... loss? No, I’ve felt loss before, and... you can’t lose what was never there to begin with, huh?[/i][/color]

The Sailor shook his head at the thought, after a long pause. He won’t throw away any of the precious memories he’s had. Not with Katia, and not with the rest of his companions, his friends. They have made good memories, before, and they will continue to make more as they seek to save these Lost Lands. Nothing can break the bonds he has made with his allies, no matter what happens. 

Cesar marched forward, content with his self-reflection, kneeling down to pick up [i]Jarlbane[/i] from the ground before a glint of metal had sparkled on his eyes for a moment. Looking forward, Cesar noticed the gauntlet he had thrown to the ground at the start of their fateful battle. Realizing the warriors of the crypt returning briefly, Cesar quickly sprung forward, almost stumbling as he made a grab for the gauntlet. After successfully clutching it in his hands, Cesar stood straight up as his eyes wandered the Crypt, looking for the warrior, the Guardian, who had once owned this gauntlet. He wanted to ask for the Guardian’s permission to carry the gauntlet on his travels before he had left the crypt. It was only the the good and honest thing to do, after all...

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Cesar 
HP: 33/33
[b]Level Up![/b]
Long Rest completed


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