Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160203054200

The skies were gray... so dull; depressing, even. Given how low to the ground this sheet of gray clouds were.. it was going to rain soon, though it would probably be a long while before the first drop touched the soil. These clouds of Stratus were looming over what appeared to be the ruins of a settlement. What was once a peaceful, farming community, guarded by the Order, a rumor of secession into a Green Demon Realm provoked an overreaction, and a massive army of Order infantry razed everything to the ground, killing every man, woman and child they could find. Death, they proclaimed, was a better alternative than co-existance with Monsters.

Bodies littered the dirt roads, in piles, or just scattered around.. most of them were charred with third degree burns, or reduced to black skeletons.. though it seemed that a few people had survived, either through luck or laziness of the Order, what ever they wished to believe. One such survivor, covered in the ashes of his community, slowly rose from his stupor, his body wracked with pain. The events of yesterday were flooding back like a mighty tidal wave..

"...." He couldn't bring himself to say anything, at the moment.. the pain of his burns, the grief in his heart, they were too great at the moment. Though no words left his mouth, he grit his teeth, barely resisting the urge to cry out in pain as he staggered onto his feet. His hands were trembling... trembling in dread as he lifted his head, scanning his surroundings, taking in the damage.

"A-ah... damn..." He groaned, clutching at himself. It still felt like he was on fire... "H-hey! Is anyone else out there!?" He called out, as loud as he could.. before holding his hands over his mouth. The razing was yesterday, surely the Order had moved on, by now? But... what if they hadn't?

(Hope that's okay.)