Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160302082211

As some of the Undead encouraged the sickly Hawksly to press on, the bright setting sun slowly set as it pierced its way through thick clouds that lingered above the sea, treating the Undead to a somewhat beautiful sight.

Grey fog slowly made its way up the steep hill, covering all of the sad and dark trees below, as well as some of the houses and low buildings in the town. The only thing that disturbed this sight was the church.

It was silent for a brief moment, although this silence was disturbed by the sounds of bells originating from the church far off in the distance. Now, multiple flocks of crows flew up in a certain pattern that made it seem that whatever creature had startled them made their way through the swamp towards the source of the noise.

The Undead had a great vantage point, and would have noticed if something or someone attempted to make its way to them if it tried climbing the steep hill.

The Undead could either continue and travel through the dark swamp at night, or wait until the sun reappeared yet again. Judging by the erratic and unpredictable lunar cycles, it would not take the normal amount of time until the fiery body rose yet again.

As they listened and looked closely, at the foot of the hill they would make out a few humanoid creatures, draped and clothed in grey rags and skins as white as bones, mumbling and wheezing loudly in an incomprehensible matter. They had not been there before sunset; begging the question why they were here and how they'd get here so fast.

((Reposting 'cause wikia ate my post last night..))