Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191023215908

The field really was pleasant. It was warm and a gentle breeze rolled across it on occassion, although not of the type they knew signalled a nearby rift. The only uncanny part of it was that it didn't seem to end, no matter the direction on looked. These daffodils went on and on and on into the horizon.

Baldr nodded, and put her hand in his.

Nyasia lowered her sword and found the strength to sheath. She looked over at Helian, and seemed to be slow in processing what was going on with him.

"Urgh... you petulant, irresponsible, lame-brained idiot!" Shrava hissed at Helian. "You were this close, this close, to being killed in the land of the lord of rape and abominations, and you are laughing?"

"Don't shout at him!" Nyasia raised her own voice, leaping to Helian's defense.. "We're all scared, that's no reason for that."