Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160811184605/@comment-24760123-20160812044508

The young man, having heard Aras's words in the back of his mind, smiled as he shattered the frozen Thalmor.

"Next hill's our stop!" Ulysses called out.

As they reached the top of the hill, Darius cursed.

"For fuck's sake! Seriously?!"

In the distance, THREE versions of Walk-Brass were stomping around.