Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-24510587-20160218144406

Dunistair glanced over his shoulder. The others had followed that presumtuous elf further into the woods, apparently looking for herbs. The Breton grunted. What use were herbs going to be when facing the monstrous horrors this world had to offer?

He marched on, longsword resting on his shoulder. Nothing in the world could stop him - he would simply resurrect and come at it again.