Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-25828117-20191015224725

Twelve days they had to endure the forest of Tenmar. The more west you went, the harder the terrain got to traverse. The ground seemed shattered with rocks and cliffs rising and meeting everywhere with seemingly little rhyme or reason. The scars of a godly battle from mythical times, or so the story went.

Torval lay before them in the waning afternoon sun. A respite from the trees of the jungle they had grown accustomed to. It was a bustling city with grand palaces and wealth. It also served as the home of the Mane and his Warrior Guard.