Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006191811

''His gaze deviate from his gem palm back to the horizon. One step, he begins walking forward. ONe step, etched in the direction of this place knows not. One step at a time, slow but certain. Somthing attracts him to the land, no matter how chaotic.''

''Slowly, his walk turns too a jog. His hidden hand breathes free from the cloak, shuffled at his back. It coils at a handle, wooden, reinforced with metallic proprieties. He lifts his arm, revealing the prized object of his grab: an axe. The blade is sculptured, depicting the symbol of the Order's establishment.''

''Slowly, his jog turns to a sprint, his black hand clenched in silence, mired by the toll taken by the city he approaches. He does so, his clenched hand returned to him, open. The gem glows, ready...''