Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170214224803/@comment-25870342-20170218011008

Auga makes it as far as outside the dungeons before the memories come back to him. He slumps against the wall, sliding down it as the images all come back to him.

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Poland, 1667

A group of Winged Hussars are pulling back, their injured slowing them down.

A younger looking Auga looks behind them at the oncoming enemy.

"Someone must give a last stand. Someone must give you all time to retreat. The king is an hour away. I can give you an hour."

Another Hussar shakes his head.

"Don't go Auga. You have no legac-"

"I must let you all get to safety. Do not wait for me."

Auga gives the other Hussars a steely look.

"I shall stand and fight so you may get to safety."

Auga digs his lance into the ground. "Tell them what has happened on this day. Now go."

30 minutes later..

Auga slices through another soldier with his sword, spitting out blood as the multiple cuts on his body soak his armor red. He's yanked off his horse, and he impales the offender. He draws his other sword and looks into the face of the few thousand more troops rushing his position.

Auga sets his jaw and smiles grimly as he watches a lancer on a horse charges him down. He closes his eyes just as the lance makes contact with his chest.

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Present Day

Auga shivers violently, rocking back and forth as he blinks back to present day in a cold sweat.