Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180410220001

It is in that moment that Tirush, Armata and Acheron all see something moving. It is difficult to identify, and it’s moving directly toward the Higher Vampires. Armata doesn’t waste any time walking into the fog, Acheron following shortly after Armata starts moving. Alburn hesitantly spurs his horse. His steed trots into the fog while his eyes dart back and forth.

“This is ridiculous, I can barely see beyond my nose!” Alburn protests. Armata, hearing Alburn’s complaint, creates a ball of fire that brightly shines in the thick gray air.Allows his group to know where he is. Further the group treads into the forest. The decrepit and ominous trees creak as the group pass them one by one. Sounds of birds flapping their wings to flee from the group, ring out over the dead silence. Groups of black feathered birds much like ravens fly out from the fog and past Tirush. The Wyvern herself notices the birds move strangely, as if they are observing.

Down below, whatever lurks in the fog nears the group. Armata and Acheron both stop as the figure moves closer. It is small, no bigger than a child. Coming into the light of the flame in Armata’s hand, is Layoka.

“Layoka? Are you alright?” Armata immediately asks. The small child doesn’t answer. The look in her eyes is one of someone who is lost, emotionless and deprived. Though she is dirty, her body seems unharmed.