Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161010151912

The group presses on through the decrepit forest, the trees continue their song of creaks and groans as the wind howls. Twigs and dried leafs crunch under foot of the group's mounts. Fog clings to the air and pillars of light cut through the trees in beautiful displays, but are snuffed out as clouds blot out the sun. Hound leads ahead of the group by several steps, experienced in this endeavor. He knows these trails and guides our other two heros to am abandoned cabin he has taken refuge in before. Hound scans the woods, keeping his eyes open for trouble. Our heros are in Armata's realm now and eyes are everywhere.