Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-6006054-20150811015201

(I love how hilariously inconspicous Kjalek manages to be. Should have made him an assassin.)

He thought he heard something again. Couldn't make out the words. His footprints were not the only ones sunken into the snow. His eyes were not serving him well here, this world was a wall of white. He wondered if he really had seen a cave earlier. He walked a few steps back the way he had come. Heard something for sure this time. Tried to make out the words.

''Something ending in an -o sound. Snow maybe? Next word wasn't clear either, art or arted, or maybe artic. ''

This was not helping. Voices on the wind, almost taunting him with companionship. He would stop trying to find them, he would help them find him. If they were foes, then he could kill them. He may be unarmed, but he was strong and brutal. He could win in hand-to-hand combat, if he could use the storm to his advantage.

"I HEAR YOU." He bellowed, using the voice that had once carried across battlefields. "REVEAL YOURSELF, I HAVE NO PATIENCE FOR THIS GAME"