Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200419223358

The rain fell lightly upon ground, nothing worth noting. The clouds moved swiftly with the high wind, the small settlement hunkered down for the evening.... Until a man rode into town.

The figure rode atop a large black horse with a white patch on it’s face. The man was equally clad in black. Pants, boots, gloves, hood and long coat, all resembling shadow. His behemoth horse stopped near center of town, and he dismounted. A large, fabled sword was stationed on his back, only an unearthly sort could lift such a thing.

Marcus stood silently as he inspected the small settlement. He drew a piece of paper from his pocket and inspected it, making sure the coordinates were on the parchment were correct. He crumbled the paper in his leather clad hand, and tossed it to the wind.

His bright blue eyes gazed at the wandering folk that moved about during the unwanted weather. 