Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171215133244/@comment-7262318-20171230220650

"So... agree to his terms and just... walk out the door?" Baros asked.

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Just as he said that, beyond the fields of crops, they could see objects begin to jut out of the ground. Rusted spears sprung up and tried to cut through the earth, and bony arms shot out and attempted to drag the rest of the body out of the ground. There were enough to outnumber the farm workers 3 to 1.

"Somebodies some terrible negotiators!" Goriyn stamped his foot.

"Right under our feet," Xavier grimaced, drawing his sword. "I hate this island."