Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180728000449/@comment-36304259-20180824103428

The guard, seemingly startled that the spear was flicked away so easily, readjusted their composure while the other one turned a blind eye to what was occuring. The guard then coughed as he muttered something about a perfect sacrifice, although it was only brief, before letting the three 'travellers' through the multiple gates. The whole process of opening the gates took one hell of a long time, as some guards had no clue on how to operate manually, but they eventually got there.

Behind the final gate layed houses and roads sprawled across into the horizon, patches of farmlands uniformly distributed throughout the area as pedestrians travelled about like ants, waving warm greetings towards the newcomers. The shouting of advertisements and other vendor products lined the streets to seemingly no end. Suspiciously lively for an 'cursed village'.

The scroll was now completely silent.

Welcome, to the (Cursed) Northern Village.