Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20190307001109/@comment-26380985-20190312105236

Ten minutes later the four of them were already in a vehicle heading for an airport. Ian: Watch out for the hole ... oh my, why did you have to drive? Jack: Because your sense of direction is a shame. Since you're doing nothing, why do not you tell those two unlucky people the situation we're in? Ian: Azarados? Jack: Anyone in the same car that you can consider a real cold foot. Ian grunted. Ian: Right you two here's the explanation: A few days ago we received a message from an old acquaintance of mine who found this temple with a rather peculiar mark he wanted me to check. When we arrived here we realized that it was one of the stamps that held an entity known as "the rotten", but as you can imagine the financier of the project did not care about it. After an argument.

Jack: You mean a shooting. Ian: Well ... yes, a gunfight, the seal was broken, and a bunch of "Rotten" daughters killed almost everyone on the expedition. Jack: If you're wondering, we escaped in a pickup truck that a farmer, I think, had left on the road, he had no luck. Ian: That's how we got to base. Jack: And now we are going to Italy behind an acquaintance of the old man who must know how to remake the seal. Ian: I just hope he's still alive. Jack: I hope we do not get off the plane.