Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-27550231-20160923044554

After giving them a dumb smile I spur the horses and they move into Lescaite filling me with memories of the past. The many patrols in these very streets, the markets, the people... as soon as we gain distance from the gate my smile drops and my helmet rests on my head again. I look around and see how much everything has changed. Everything has a dark perverted twist to it, the bakers wear next to nothing, cyclopes forging weapons, and a demon... Wait... That demon looks. She wears a medium length white sundress and matching hat... No it can't be...

[Memory starts]