Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160320230506

DM shook his head as he departed... he knew that these types weren't worth saving; hell, they didn't even want to be saved. After one last glance around, DM shut his eyes; and with the sound of the branch snap.. they were gone. He felt as though Moor Dread and Von-whatshisname would be rather vengeful, knowing they were left behind.. but who cared, at this point. Those two marked themselves out as villains.. DM wished to have no further association with them. Now... where would he and Armstrong end up now?

As DM opened his eyes... he was somewhat confused. They were in a copse consisting purely of Sakura trees.. the canopy above was only in pink and white. How.. odd. He took a few sniffs.. he smelled burning herbs on the wind, blowing eastward. He could have sworn there was a town, near here.. but where was it? Looking around, he couldn't see anything, within eyesight.

As he stumbled around, looking through the trees... the realization hit him. Submerged in a forest.. the scent of herbs burning, relative difficulty in location. DM knew where they were.. ''"I'm certain there's a Druid village, near here.." ''He announced to Armstrong.