Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-30797179-20170118173245

As he left the others, stumbling down a mound of rubble and into the Colovian heartlands, he could see the collosal White-Gold Tower. The familiar sight guided him south, through the lush great forest onto the road home.

With his eyes on the forest to his left and right; he kept his guard up. The sounds were sweet, the trees creaking, the wind flowing through the leaves and branches, it helped to clear his weary head. His mind drifted to thoughts of his wife; Tara; and infant son Torryg. He knew that they were waiting to greet him in their house in Bravil; Tara more than likely stressing about her husband's whereabouts.