Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160508124341/@comment-26103034-20160710203928

The mage flung his hand up, a thin trace of purple flying towards Reaper at an incredible speed as the warrior brought the sword down in an arc over his head.



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They approached the city, few people having passed them on the way. Before they entered the city, they had passed a large stretch of sand, fresh graves littering the landscape with small stones on each, bearing a name and a date; most of the dates were the same - 16th Rain's Hand, 4E 212. As they entered a city, they passed a small chapel. As they passed, two men hurried out, bearing a stretcher. A man, his leg green and yellow, decaying already, lay unmoving as they carried him. Inside, an occasional cry could be heard. Unlike Rimmen, the city was quiet. Many windows were boarded up and some buildings were simply ruins.

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