Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160412211319

Abello looked around quizically,befor turning his gaze towards the sky. Coming from the east were a few grey clouds, possibky ibducating it would rain soon.

"No..no, blood will not make things any good. Aelwin has to hold on a little bit longer until those clouds bring some rain with them, hopefully. I suggest we camp othe side of the road for now, and wait until the wind carries those to us. Then we'll be able to was his eyes - one blind Undead is enough - no offense." He added hastily as he glanced at Slade for a moment.

He turned his eyes back to Aelwin, looking at him with pity for a moment as he seemed to be contemplating, or perhaps recalling something, before seemingly shrugging it off.

"Come - carry him over there, where we can take a seat on the grass. I will sit atop of this green hill, keeping an eye on the road while you people aid him as much as possible.." he pointed at the side of the most nearby hill, who at its highest point was perhaps a meter or two - instead of burnt grass of the expanse, it was healthy, green grass.

"Tread lightly - this grass will not grow again." He said as he walked his way and laid down on the hill, going over the smooth grass with his hands before placing them behind his head. He was clearly exhausted, and he had no doubt some others were as well.

There was little to nothing particularly notable on these hillsides, except for the same landscape for as far as anyone could see, with only the other murky regions to the direction they came from - the mighty pines of the woodland and the sleepy willows of the swamp were as small as ants, yet they still had an awful sense of dread to them. The poet felt as if at any time a great beast would charge all the way from the forest, through the expanse, and stampede over these grassy hills and attack them.