Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160226165107

((Gonna forward this - sorry.))

As Dunistair, Katla, and Aelwin trudged through the remnants of the battlefield, otherwise known as a graveyard which is now only populated by the revenants of the former men that fought in an inequitable clash between multiple armies, they would eventually near the border of this desolate region.

The same sight had stretched on for miles - burial mounds, weapons of the fallen planted in the mud and dust of the burial grounds, the silhouettes of the revenants in the distance, and a sick mist that enveloped the area that never seemed to end.

Until a new expanse popped up on the horizon - growth and vegatation occured yet again, but not in the same, beatiful and stagnant form of the hollow forest. This was a desolate swamp. No longer were their feet stepping on charred grass or dust, but sank in the mud of the dead marshes bordering it.

The biome was rather unnatural and out of place, but regardless, it was there.

Popping out on top of the swamp/forest, there was a first sign of actual civilization. It was unclear and foggy, but one could make out the front of a large building miles further away where the region ended. It was vertical and slim, and looked alot like a cathedral or a belltower of some sort.

The swamp had only one path that diverged from the graveyard and ran through it, and at one of the many willows of the swamp the party could see a figure, donning a hood that obscured his face. He wore a large, ragged cloak and armor made out of old metal. On his belt hung a scabbard that most likely housed a sword.

The figure seemed to blend in particularly well in the environment, and it had taken some moments for the group to notice him. The figure had however, been watching the Undead for a while now. Upon the group approaching, the man rose to his feet as he faced them. He was between one meter ninety centimetres and two meters in height, mesomorphic in appearance and also quite menacing. The figure merely stood there, apparently having expected the Undead to eventually arrive.

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The Brass Knight, Fyr Gieda and Jawan Hiver followed the trails that their former companions had left, which headed to the northwest. They had notable stirred up the place and drawn some attention to the path they took, but the revenants were slow and sluggish, and it did not take long to outrun them. They also drew near to the border of the region, that could be seen from many miles away as the murk notably started to diminish.