Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190809175639/@comment-24510587-20190818184234

This entire place smelled of rot, death, and decay. For most of the party, it gave off a faint sense of dread, but for Graicus, the sensation was incredibly pungent and invasive. The ancient castle was cast in a purple glow, emanating from the bright ray of energy originating from the middle of the castle and surging up into the sky, where it pierced the heavens. The dark, grim clouds that obscured almost all the light seemed to be originating from the vortex circling around where the beam pierced through.

Even from back here, Graicus - and anyone else perceptive enough - could already spot something slumped over against a low wall by the small gate on the bridge. It was big, humanoid, and covered in greyish white fur.