Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160210211311

CrispyCurtain wrote: Name: Rundal Ice-Tounge

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Weapons: This

Armor: Leather Armor (Chest Gloves and Boots. No helmet.)

Appearance: Him

Lore Skill (see below): Weapons

Bio: Rundal used to be a Traveling Bard. He played the Lute. When he wasn't playing the Lute for the commoners, he was exploring, fighting the horrors of the land. One day he died somehow.

(Better?)

((Better. You may begin.))

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Fyr headed towards the direction of the forest, where large trees poked their way through gloom that was present in the battlefield and the amount of these obscured warriors were slowly decreasing.

Straight in front of him, he noticed another humanoid travelling towards the same direction. It was unknown if the man was hostile or not, but he did not seem aligned with the guardians of the region.

Far off the her right she could hear the menacing clunks of the warrior's armor making their way through these burial mounds. Not towards Fyr, but towards another unknown victim hidden from sight. And then a shriek.

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As the silhouettes of the figures approached and made themselves visible, Katla encountered a horrid - but familiar sight, if her memory would serve her well. Whatever had transpired before her accident, they were most likely to blame.

Empty eye sockets and rusty weapons were drawn as the figures shrieked upon noticing her. Not necessarily as a way to intimidate her, but attract the attention of the others that lumbered around the place, who had taken notice of it.

Some of the warriors were covered in either blue ragged coats or neatly organized red leather straps around their helmets or torso, probably belonging to two different factions. Whatever they belonged to, it mattered little now.