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These dreams are illusion magic right?

Would that mean Landeel could poke things and they'd disappear?
Landeel struggled to get his breathing under control. The words from the other two, however harsh, were necessary. He managed to calm himself down. He let his arms fall to his sides and sighed. He can't lose himself to this, not now at least, it may take awhile for him to come to terms with it entirely but for now he would manage, and he knew what to focus on. He looked to the specter that had been taunting him. he muttered "I may not be able to claim vengeance on those that stole my sister from me, but by the gods i will break the one that silenced the echo of her memory" it was something.

He turned and scowled at Kaathe "if it will make you happy elf, I'll kill myself, but later. For now..." he looked at Henry "yes, i would like to get out of this wretched place. after you, I will follow." He gestured at the door that was opened, smirking behind his helmet as the sight of the sweetrolls brought fonder memories to bare, specifically one of a fat merchant, jiggling as he shouting at a guard about his stolen sweetrolls while he and his sister giggled from behind a few barrels with said sweetrolls. That was a grand day...He'll join her again in time.
The memories continued, carrying on past the room to some of Landeel's early days with the order. A sparring match, two on two, he had entered the ring with Khana, He always wondered wondered why the other templars seemed more impressed than they should have been, now he knew, he fought that match alone. He watched as if he was one of the spectators as he fought two other initiates on his own. The memory faded out as the match was ending as he was drawn back into the dream by the someone's voice.

He was back in the burning encampment, know on his hands and knees panting. His sister's body disappeared, he knew she was gone now, but everything else was the same and the specter was still there cursing at him. He stood up and looked at where his sister's body was before finally becoming aware of Henry and what he said. "you...you call this pleasant? you call finding that the one thing you ever had left to lose had been torn from you long ago? that the last thing you lived for was a lie concocted by your own traitorous mind?!?!" he turned around, he didn't actually recognize Henry, neither by voice nor by sight, though it didn't matter who was infront of him now. He shook his head and looked around frantically "N-No, it couldn't be, she'd been beside me most of my life, it...it must be this nightmare, messing with my head" His hands went up to his head. His mind was teetering between a grim realization of the truth and denial of it.
@Cuccoruler are you going off the nightmare from templar's post or mine? cuz now i'm confused

Nevahmind.
@Cuccoruler you could pull Landeel out of his memories real quick. Someone just need to pull him out on account of how he's in shock from finding out that his sister died when he was 16 and was replaced with a hallucination for like...years...
@Apollosarcher Not to be nitpicky but...

Nellis Air force base is where the Boomers are. Adams Air Force Base was where the enclave were.

@Apollosarcher hes already got the attachment to the cat. Anxiety with increasing severity the longer their separated. As for the radiation proof suit, it was 1am and i couldn't think of the words "modified hazmat suit".

And he's mostly good with shooting and hideing. His hand to hand just keeps him from getting beaten down to easy.
@Zelosse Templar's words not mine but I guess we'll see...

EDIT: looking back I did say "gunpowder weapon" instead of just pistol. But still for the mechanism to exist...
@Zelosse I was told we couldn't have pistols or flintlocks...
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