Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20171227230836

As the began to walk through the ruined city, Athyis noticed a few odd lights show up once in a while. Queer magic hangs in this place.

Garm growled as they moved.

As they passed what looked like a ruined marketplace, Gwen saw what the lights were.

Spirits of the dead Atmorans. They were acting out their daily schedule, as if they were still alive. The ghosts were manning missing stalls, running ruined shops and bartering with one another on goods long since turned to dust.

"By Auriel." she muttered, it was quite the strange sight to behold.