Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-25828117-20171206204937

The dark elf looked towards the bay to his right.

The setting sun in the west forced Irasil to shield his eyes from the orange light that almost kissed the horizon.

"That must be the Fallen Guard Burial grounds..." He said to himself.

From his vantage point it looked quite serene, you wouldn't suspect a necromancer to be living there. Then again. He supposed that was the general idea. Plenty of places where you wouldn't flaunt with such practices.

He traced the way there with his eyes, trying to make out how far away it would be.