Solo Dark Room

[Rion Whitestone]

1st Day of Summer, 514 A.V. Yet another trip to the woods goes off without a hitch. The only downside was that Rion didn't get a chance to use Aldreda. Not that he wanted to turn this into a hunting trip, but it had been a while since he got to use his favorite - and only - broadsword. It had been over half a season now since Rion had tried to bond with Cream, and in that time he'd managed to brush up on a few of his skills along with learning a few new ones. Among these was an actual technique to use with his beloved sword. It was thanks to the efforts of a friendly knight that he developed his own fighting style. But how would he know how effective it was until he actually tried it on a real opponent. Shrugging the thought away, Rion began to make his way towards Syliras. It was around midday now...just enough time to swing by the stables. He had to get some time in with Cream before she started to forget about— A sharp pain in Rion's neck took away any thoughts he had. His legs gave way and he fell into the dirt. But to him, it felt like he was falling into the abyss.