Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-5543592-20200117222745

It grew darker as the Covenant rode on and the road passed into a forest. Trees drew close at their sides, owls hooted, sounds rustled beyond their line of sight.

Scaldor's massacred face lit up, cast with gruesome shadows, as he set a glowing smoke in his mouth, sparks trailing from his fingers.

The trail wound this was and that, snaking between thick, deep-rooted trees. The branches hung low, like claws reaching down towards them. It was wholly dark--trees, forest and all. They could not see the sky.