Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190428115013/@comment-37629772-20190429030043

While the rest of the party was fighting the lich and his hordes of the undead, Holly ran as fast as her feet could take her. She was half way through the forest....when suddenly, she felt she was being watched. She stopped where she was, someone, no......something was stalking her. Like a wild lion stalking a zebra, ready to strike at it's neck. Then, she smelt it. Oh god.....the stench. It smelt musky and wrong, like dry blood and rotting flesh. You know how a piece of what was a once an animal is now a pus and maggot fulled piece of meat on the road side called 'roadkill', it smelt like that but much, much worse.