Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170721212431/@comment-24510587-20170723231613

"Who is this Heratic you speak of?" Mortimer asked.

Throughout the night, the ironclad man had trudged through the winding tunnels of the Underland, without a craving for rest, food, or drink. By the time it was morning, he was nearing the outskirts of the civilised lands...