Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180708155351/@comment-24510587-20180714134536

Both Gwen and Cuuriian came to find it did not matter where they were going, as a moment later they found that they were no longer in the same place. Roxin and Lucille, too, had the same experience.

They were all standing in a sprawling castle hall with high windows, through which some dim, bleak light shone inside, which was all that could pass through the dark clouds in the sky outside. Sat in a dark stone throne in front of them was a man in dark, grim-looking plate armour. His hair was trimmed, and he sported a short beard. Rigvar immediately recognised him.

"Greetings," he spoke in a deep voice. "My apologies if my servant Mortemer here failed to explain the situation; he tends to forget that not everyone knows all the facts. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lord Argaeus Sildor."