Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170401182222

The group step from the portal and out to the edge of Dorian's Bridge.

The town is much as Marcus remembers it. A short distance away, Dorian's Bridge bustles with the activity of people, mostly humans, going about their daily routine. The scent of home cooking and hearth fires hangs in the air, and muffled music from the town's single tavern plays in the distance. Above everything is the smell of baked goods, weaving its intoxicating aroma.

One thingis sightly different, however. The far distance of the town, next to the path that leads to the swamp, seems darker, even from this distance. Marcus can feel the distant pull of a great deal of Spirit Energy coming from that direction...