Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922

At a social gathering in Zipangu, Doctor Ibrahim and Hound the Destroyer had crossed paths, only for the Doctor to have to leave abruptly, cutting the visit short. Dire news had reached him from his home nation of Whitemarch---an unknown army gathered at her gates, sending refugees spilling over the border in a desperate attempt to escape. It seemed as if the war of ascension between the neighboring nations of Etrugia and Nilhasse had reached a different stage, but the unknown army flew unfamiliar colors, and reportedly marched beneath a banner that Hound knew all too well.

Two weeks have since passed, and Hound has made his way to Ibrahim's canton, where he knows the paladin Praetor to also live. He slowly rides the winding, wooded road to the estates, the bite of a dying Autumn wind on his face as the clouds rumble their greeting... 