Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160313113713

Epic Scimitars wrote: Brennus had begun to calm himself and thought about what his next actions could be; he was undead, after all, so it was unlikely he could easily find help.

He only had some ideas in mind, as he climbed up the bank of the stream carefully; a piercing scream of pain rang out through the air and terrified him, almost making him lose his grip.

Instincts of help kicked in, and the ex-guard reached the top of the bank with his old sword barely staying in the ripped sheathe. Looking around, he attempted to find the source of the cry, heading in the direction that he heard it from. The Undead found himself in a murky swamp, close to several empty clearings dotted and surrounding a small town with an astounding cathedral that seemed completely out of place, and the ruined homes of supposed peasants paled in comparison to the marvellous work of architecture.

The cry came from the east, although it was not all too far off. The swamp was not a lively place, and the surrounding region was completely silent save for the one scream he had heard.