Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160517204726

((Alright everyone, sorry for the long wait. Some things have happened recently causing my schedule to be all fucked up, and I apologize.

@Duni awesome! As far as my characters go, I included images of them so I think that's more than enough reference - atleast, I'm not that good at describing appearances, and the images will probably do a better job at it. Thanks for taking the time to make this!

@Maxi Well, the thing isn't incorrect :P Preach!))

((Fyr's skill.

''The gates of the city of Jehanna, and one of the obstacles blocking entrance to the immortal's domain, were fashioned by Sorcerer Lorkel, an esteemed scholar and wizard who after the Bethrotaled One's death fled to the Black Keep of Sanctus. The gates have countless of enchantments providing defense against all manner of foe or equipment, preventing everything from coming inside.''

''None have ever heard of any other entrances to the city - as the city rests on top of a cliff, one entrance was more than enough to exit and enter the city for its former inhabitants. ))''



As the Undead marched on through the small crowd of these strange raggedy pilgrims, they were approaching the high walls, closing the distance between the large closed gates of the city and themselves. In the very front they could encounter more of these pilgrims, kneeling down at the gates as they muttered incoherently to themselves and slammed their grey and bloated hands against the strong steel in a vain attempt to break through.

 The green, healthy and grassy plains with the smooth hills came abruptly to an end as they arrived in front of their destination.

The gates swiftly towered over the rest, and were perhaps as tall and wide as a castle or a building - they did not seem to have an obvious contraption from the outside - the swirly ornaments of silver and gold were the only notable thing, yet they did not seem to serve any other purpose other than captivating or impressing the low people.

A familiar sight befell some Undead as they saw from afar a knight, slumped against the high wall next to the gate in a lazy manner, obviously hinting at perhaps the despair or the anger the person felt, unable to conquer or bypass the current hindrance behind him, just like so many others before. He had seemingly given up hope, or was perhaps grossly dissapointed or confused as to what to do next. He had not taken notice of them, as his eyes were fixed to the ground. From the looks of it, he was the only other Undead in the vicinity, not being a part of any of the travelling pilgrims. He stood out like a lily in a field of dandelions, and even though he sat broken and defeated, the poet and the spurned knight did take notice of him.