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“Good bye father, i will lead them well…” where the final words Domar heard, the knife in his back twisted before ripped out, his last moments spent being held by the boy before his grip slipped as he fell into oblivion.
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The first thing he felt was a cold… so deep it penetrated his bone, it was suffocating and dark.
Was this his punishment? Did he fail his tribe, his people… his family?
Domar’s thoughs were cut off at this point, the suffocation was growing stronger and stronger, his lungs scream for are
Wait… this isn’t right…
Domar started to struggle innthe crushing darkness, cold water started to run down his back as he started to regain some freedom.
Before he could pass out the bugbear gave one final struggle, braking free of his prison as he was blinded by light and showered in rain, he greedily gulped down air before collapsing against the cold hard earth
“I… i am alive?…” Domar crocked, his mind swimming before he fell over as his consciousness slipped away…