Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190210010527

This had happened years ago. There was not much left. Not anything gruesome. Not anything valuable. It had become a cold feature of the land.

The porch seemed like it was going to collapse. The wood that still stood creaked in the wind and where the knight walked. There was an eerie atmosphere about the place though... Something haunting.

Graicus hadn't gotten off Forta. He just sat hunched over again. Waiting. Enduring, rather.