Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190214033019

(Everyone) The sun has completely faded from sight, and night has rolled in. Bright torches burn all over the ramparts and towers, highlighting them in the darkness. Outside the castle walls hundreds gathered in the land reserved by Armata. There they bury the remains of those who did not survive Pramool’s appearance. Those watching from the castle see numerous torches that litter the field.

Armata hammers furiously in his forge, Marcus sits in a chair in a chair in his room. Cyndwella and Samia sit in his lap, nuzzling up to him while he runs his fingers through their hair. The castle is restless, yet quiet. There is little movement as most stay in their rooms, but none can sleep in light of this event.

(Ok guys. In your next posts put down where your characters are and I’ll improvise. Sorry for the late response. Busy today.)