* A mysterious hooded figure approaches the party. He stops 10 feet away from Rion, a pair of red eyes glowing from beneath his hood. He raises one of his clawed hands from beneath the dark cloak that covered his body and pointed to Rion, sending chills down his spine. A sick grin appeared on the figure's face, and a high pitched voice croaked out of his throat quietly, uttering a pair of words Rion was all too familiar with. Words he'd heard once on that fateful day. Words that haunted him to this very day.
* None of the others knew the meaning behind those words. But he knew. Rion knew all too well.
In a sudden moment of realization, Arne soon sees himself for what he truly is... nothing more than a fictional character created for the amusement of others. He falls to his knees and lets out a scream of pure terror... his voice echoing throughout the void of text that makes up his world. This revelation will forever shake him to his very core, as he will never be able to see anything the same ever again.
Meanwhile, Hien chases some birds around... trying to eat one of them.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.