Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180329002907

Time passes rapidly as the group enjoys a brief respite in the minimal comfort of the abandoned cabin. Tirush can see by the placement of the world’s dim sun in the sky that it is midday. Armata stirs from his spot in the cabin. As the Vampire Lord begins to move, Acheron who sits in a darkened corner, opens his eyes and watches Armata stride across the cabin.

His boots clack against the old wooden floor as he heads for the door.

“We’ve rested enough, it’s time to continue our journey.” He speaks loud enough for Tirush up top to hear. Acheron rises to his feet and tightens up his sword belt around his waste. Alburn, asleep on the bed with his rifle in hand, stirs frantically and mumbles gibberish until he is fully conscious.

“Damn, just when I got comfortable too.” Alburn scoffs. Outside the group gather together before making the final step of this journey. Acheron stands stoically, Armata shrouded in his crimson cloak and Alburn who readies his horse.