Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25952061-20160331130636/@comment-25547106-20160331131109

The midday sun shown through the canopy cover above, the life-giving rays barely finding any quarter to touch the surface below. An ancient tree stands, towering above all others as though it were the champion of the forest. The monotony of insects chirping and trees shifting in the breeze was stifling; its natural melody all that could be heard. At the base of the forest's tree-king sits some kind of ancient, moss-encrusted relic of ages passed. Its dark steel body sits motionless, its legs crossed with an immense sword sitting on its lap. The blade swerved like the teeth of a dull saw and its crossguard featured a smaller, metal guard a short length up the blade; its handle exceptionally long, ending in a sharp pommel. The veritable golem sat unmoving, its crystalline eyes darkened and cold, as if inoperable.