Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20160706210840/@comment-15573488-20160809230948

(You guys are awfully blunt)

The group had not gone very far when the rocky terrain gave way to a barren wasteland of a short, earth colored grass with hills that, although small, still blocked the view from time to time. The wind blew strong, almost pushing Perig off from his horse.

"Bloody- Can we go back now, sire?"

"But we haven't found anything yet!" Gwynnedan was as cheerful as ever, smiling all the while.

Perig sighed, "Sire, there is nothing here but rocks and hills. Let's just go back and we can-"

"Sire! Look!" Young Maël yelled in surprise, pointing to something in the distance. The other two turned to see what seemed to be some kind of structure, although clearly in disuse.

As they approached, they realized they found the ruins of what could once have been a thriving village. Rotten wood remained of what were once called houses, stone cut and polished still stood strong and proud, telling stories of a rich culture once very lively. Only ruins remained now. They strapped their horses to a conveniently placed wooden pole and continued on foot, examining the remains. Nothing of real value could be found, but at the center of the village a pillar carved from stone stood tall and around it a stairway led down into the dark.

"This looks dangerous. We should not go alo- Sire!" Gwynnedan completely ignored Perig and started down the stairs, followed closely by Young Maël. Perig looked around him hopelessly before deciding he'd rather be down there with them than alone up there.