Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180410193608

Praetor's armor creaks and crunches as he lands, alerting all to his presence despite the thick fog. He looks around catching glimpses of vaguely familiar silouets before remembering something from his home world.

"Legolas, what to yourelf eyes see?" The words force their way out of his mind, bringing out for a momemt the dormant man he once was.

Drawing his dagger he made his way to what he assumed were his companions. He was ready to strike should they be some sort of worldy abomination yet he did not want to appear hostile to the amorphous shape. All he could do was hope that they didn't strike first as he called out to them.