Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-25588187-20150703224425

(I'm back.)

Garred collapsed near a pond, the sun beating down on him while the wind brought ice to slash his skin. He washed away the blood from his face and hands, before wrapping himself in the hide of an unfortunate goat, and wandering in the direction of the morning sun.

It was not long before he finally exited Wrothgaria, and before him stood Evermor, or whatever was left of it. He was cold, hungry, and weak, but to stay in the montains was a death sentence, and so only with the pelt on his back, he moved on, to the east, to the city of Evermor...