Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309083952/@comment-32420582-20150314012155

At the Throat of the World, the wind howled, and it was cold as normal, Mazark stood on the very top of the mountain staring at the land, it was peaceful. Mazark hadn't fought since he returned to High Hrothgar, the watched as a blood red dragon with some bright red scales glided across the sky.