Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637/@comment-26517142-20170822061636

(REMNANTS) Seeing as Faraam had given them such a privilege of discussing the subject, the duo nod at each other and delightfully walk ahead of him, their steps little by little so as the man could take into mind, the steps toward the temple. A few minutes scale after they leave the lower region….



….but below, something was stirring. A man who seemed to peer at the village named Ozdale with cruel intent. A man with dark red skin, tattoos and tattered black clothing. His auburn hair flew back by the passing of wind. “Boring. To think the treasure resides here? What was the previous king ever thinking, hiding it in this fisher’s village?”

Two shapes were waiting by his side, not moving more than was told of them.

“Perhaps, he did not perceive one would find it as quick as you would, Nathan-sama.”

“True.” He extends his arms with a cruel glint in his eyes. There was madness in the said glint, awaiting to be released into the world. “Begin the hunt..for the treasury of Oz.”



Meanwhile, Opaline and Alainna had broughtFaraam to the temple in the near summit. Almost hidden by the low-lying clouds, it seemed to be perfect for their discussion – and discreet as promised. There was not a figure in sight. “TO be honest… Alainna and I are the only ones to visit it at times. We still keep our prayers to Iznagmi – our creator deity,” said Opaline as she pried the doors open with a claw.