Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190522000130

Trevor, having acquired 8 more souls, he now had a total of twelve, and his helmet looked indeed dirty, but usuable if he could clean it up. Now out of sight from the other undead, he began walking through the Plains of Grief, now wary of his surroundings.

The Insectoid food the bedroom, where a fairly dusty bed was the only thing remaining in the room, as everything else had apparently bern taken.

Sinclair stealthily crept past them, heading off to a town vaguely described as Northwood.

(By the way, thank you Wyz for putting your character bio up there, would appreciate it if you could blog it and put the link to the blog page on here, to eave time.)