Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-25828117-20191104230924

The air felt like it was shimmering and then Scaldor found himself in Valenwood. Years had passed. This was reality.

He found himself looking down at dinner. The body of a woman. He had the bloodied entrails in his hands, they were still warm. It was dinner time. And he ate. He always ate people.