Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150812201428

As he moved forwards, he felt a magical prescence in the grove. It wasn't very strong - at first - but the closer he moved to the altar, he stronger the prescence became.

The ground around the altar was devoid of grass, and the fluttering insects and butterflies that moved around the grove avoided it. The stone that made up the altar was a dull grey, and there were streaks of icy blue in it. No carvings adorned it, however. The only thing on it was the sword.