Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170211132706

"Okay..." She said, just before the ground began to rumble again. This time, the shaking was more violent and longer than the previous one. She groaned in fear.

"No, no, we have to go," She spat out quickly, trying to get to her feet.

When Chutul stepped inside, he found nothing but broken furniture and broken bodies. The ripped open carcases of the Ice-Fist Guards and Goriyn's Men lay scattered across the floor. The decor of the once beautiful mansion were in shambles. Claw-Marks and holes were ripped into the walls, seemingly created by something large.

There was one thing of note, however. In the corner of the dining room (Which was now conjoined with the living room, as the wall between the two had been torn down), there was someone breathing loudly. The person seemed to be struggling to do so...

Eldamil succeeded in removing the rubble, and the person underneath grabbed at the air and ground around him. He slowly rose, and scooted up against the ruined house. He tried to stand up, but his legs would not allow it.

"Who... who are you people..." He wheezed.