Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20151221214753/@comment-25961119-20151223181323

Fraus sat down in the small camp he made, casting an occasional Firebolt to keep the fire in the center of his camp alive. The rest of Haemar's Shame was cut off from the rest of the world. Debries blocked the path. Along the walls are only three torches. They don't light up the room much, but it's better than stumbling in the dark.

Dragons were heard commonly. They ignored the cave due to how small it is, and it's in a very narrow area, so dragons had a hard time landing here.

Fraus thought back on his life. His early Arcane usage, his best friend murdered, the small group he was a part of... It all seemed like a horrible dream. A dream he waited to wake up from. Too bad he never did. He looked over to a pile of Charred Bunnies. He picked out a leg and started to tear his teeth into the burnt skin. As he was eating, he looked over to the entrance.