<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>Thraxius frowned at the woman, fighting through the alcoholic daze that threatened to muddle his senses.  The world around him felt real,<em>blissfully</em>so, but the<em>details</em>were all wrong.  The police barricade.  Hadn't it been a rival gang, all those years ago?  Concrete hallways and the distant rumble of construction, not claustrophobic alleys, and scum-sucking parasites much like himself, not Imperial forces.  The wrong place at the wrong time, a moment of hesitation, and then-<br/><br/>All the feeling in his left arm seemed to dissipate for a moment, a brief phantom pain.  It brought with it a moment of clarity, and the sickening lurch of bitter bile in his gut told him that this was unbearably<em>wrong</em>.  Many sins festered in his past, but<em>this</em>was not among them.  He sneered at the drunks in front of him, the<em>corpses</em>, and stumbled from that place out into the hall, blindly seeking some semblance of Truth amidst all the falsehoods.<br/><strong><br/>[Willpower Test] 15/44 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27164)<br/>[Logic Test] 89/34 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27165)</strong>