Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-27550231-20160707175053

The loud roar of the airhorns startle the land dragons pulling the wagon, it careens off the road and crashes into the treeline. Everyone who wasn't a slime or made of/covered in metal were crushed by the heavy crates and falling trees. The small dragons lay dead or dying while everyone else lay buried in the chaos.

Rhun seeps up from the wreck and splits in two. "Nezon go and try and find help! I'll do what I can here! Hurry!"