Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-31749612-20170814015236

David stared at Vendrick for a moment before looking at Jeril.

"Jeril, we have to go, now! The last thing we want is to be seperated from the others, especially on this island!" He shouts over the brewing storm, swaying a bit.

He seemed to be just as doubtful as Jeril, but they had no other choice- Well, except the-

''And... It's falling....''

The bridge posts were so loose that the wind was more then enough to fully rip them out of the ground, and so the bridge was falling.

Things seemed serious, but it was really just the storm.

''David looked toward Vendrick, bracing himself. He was about to run and jump...''