Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180526025609

“Yes, it is for the greater good at this point to press on. Though I must express my disappointment that I meet interesting individuals in such volatile times. It would have been quite refreshing to speak with you all in length.” Barnabus raises his hand in the direction of Inchesoare Prison, then points his finger.

“That way. Tirush will be able to spot it easily, it’s too big to miss...”

Beyond, over great ice capped mountains and frozen creeks. A lone spire looms, attempting to touch the sky. The air around it is thick darkness and malice. Armata wastes no time striding away from the group and toward Inchesoare. While Alburn and Barnabus turn to smoke and fly, Alburn whistles loudly. His horse soon come trotting up. He saddles, a touch of nervousness in his heart.