Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-3293219-20190225220010

The far side of the portal wasn't exactly comfortable, stood around him were the pale figures of the founders, who had been through hell as they had to have the poison pumped out of their system.

At the center was an Orc, with a greying beard, with slightly pale skin from sickness, he bore his bloodshot gaze down on Rolf as he was escorted into the brightest spot in the room to be judged.

"You are Rolf, correct?" The Orsimer asked.