Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170424101136/@comment-26545936-20170425021918

More of these pools of putrid sludge start to form again deep in the jungle. The abominations writhing out of the pools and standing up and stumbling. Some with weapons in their hands others with not.

They are all walking with a single purpose in mind... Not to Mek or Whiskey... but to a certian Order town.

Each blade of grass or tree they pass, gets that same brackish diseased look as the ones of the pool, but slightly more 'mild' in color and intensity.