Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160828200318

Praetor steps in last, right behind Armata. Deidre and Melandil watch as Kathra leads them through and the portal shrinks shut behind them...

He feels himself fall, and lands on his feet. He stands. Ibrahim and Lucida are off to one side, Hound surveys the damage, and Armata stands with his arms folded.

They stand on what once was a street. Smoldering ruins of buildings surround them, many still on fire. Piles of stones and timber are all that are left of many places. Here and there are bodies of the many unfortunate who were not able to escape in time, and the twisted forms of dead monsters are mixed with them. The only sounds heard is the numb roar of the flames and the whip of the wind.

"This...this used to be...it doesn't look like anyone is left." Ibrahim looks around.

"And if there are any portals left, we will have to find them, sir," Kathra says.

They stand in silence for a moment, pondering their next move, when several streets over they hear a vibrating, ringing sound...another portal. They can't see what's happening, but they hear several entries, and a bestial roar...