Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161218140509/@comment-17114085-20170211112953

Not long afterwards, a group of ghosts headed up the street. At the helm of the group was the Cursed King.

Rigel patted Albert on the shoulder. "Heads up, here they come."

Lund got ready to use Yol to set off the explosive traps.

The ghostly king walked slowly and menacingly down the road to the keep. He mumbled, in fact he was the only ghost to speak. Though again the Witchers could barely make out a word from his ghostly wail. "Turn...cloak" was the only thing they could make out from the incoherent mess of sounds.