Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161016163733

The narrow pass is lined with dead bushes, their decrepit branches devoid of leafs or shrubbery of any sort, reach out at the path. It is obvious that at one point, this pass was a scenic route, where travelers would look out over the vast land that once held great beauty, but now, it is a treacherous path that overlooks a nightmarish land robbed of life and comfort. Ibrahim and Praetor now feel the isolation of this land, the cold chill of death and loneliness it instills in people.

To think that Hound alone has made this journey multiple times on his own, is a testament to his resolve and his resilience. A man, almost like a machine, unyielding to these chilling lands. But Ibrahim and Praetor both understand the hardships of the trail, for they too have grand stories to tell. With the same strength, they have made it this far and are determined to see it through. Now, Hound's fight has become theirs. Higher they climb, the path now begins to wrap around the side of the mountain. Not much further now, the castle will soon be in sight.