Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160210220006

((The one heading towards the forest infront of Fyr was actually Jawan. Sorry if I was unclear about that.))

As Jawan headed through the forest, there was little of interest to note, outside of the strange shrubbery and herbs that adorned the many bushes. It was a welcome sight if he had become tired of burial mounds and eery plains.

Behind him was another Undead and the sound of a hellish shriek that pierced through the silence of the tranquil place.

To the left of him in the distance, a ruined cottage could be seen, although it was nearly enveloped by nature itself. Nonetheless, a small fire was just outside of it, and a person sat by the small makeshift flame, having piled a few oaken branches on top of each other. Next to the bonfire was a small tinderbox; that had most likely been used to light it.

The man was clad in armor that was befitting of a knight. Next to him on the ground lay a large greatsword that looked as if it was stained by blood. The man's blue cape was partly ragged and charred by fire. He looked harmless as he stared aimlessly at the fire, but it was not ensured.

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((By the way, if you want to use your loreskill, just say ((Loreskill:____ on _____)) and I'll give you a brief description.))

Fyr walked on, as his feet were no longer stepping on charred remains, but healthy grass. Shrubbery and vegetation slowly started spreading as the large trees blotted out the very sun, or whatever was left of its incandescent rays of light.

In the distance, he briefly spotted the figure again, gazing towards the sun, before he too continued on (if it wasn't clear, it's Jawan).





