Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191024221821

"As her lady commands." Scaldor drawled, shoes splashing water as he stepped out onto the rocky shore, and then lay Kashya down on the rock.

"When I saw her she was... her face..." Nyasia took a shaky breath, "Her face had been pulled back and I could..."

Nyasia could almost see her now. She her mother, broken, shambling out of the fog, skin flayed halfway from the face. Her arm had been twisted, broken into the shape of a Z, shard of bones protruding from her skin like so many little teeth. And Nyasia could smell it. The rotten stench of old meat mixed with spoiled bile. It had been just she remembered.

"I could see what was underneath."