Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161010000608

Hound lets the warm shield die out as the group move down the mountain. The path is treacherous and the wind howls as harsh snow pelts them. As they reach the base of the mountain, the atmosphere changes abruptly, as if ordered to. The group has passed into Armata's field of power. The terrain levels out into a decrepit forest. Trees slumped over like a hunchback and most covers the ground. Hound leads the group several steps ahead, his concentration is fierce. The of trees creeping and moaning fills the silence, despite there being no strong winds.