Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190520201748

Looking around, Trevor was soaked in the melancholy rain as he began trudging through mud, the grass up to his hips as drops of dry blood sat on its edges. Ruins lay scattered about as he guessed he was in a small, worn, almost crumbled down village that lay abandoned, the piles of bodies scattered about, laid there as there were various weapons stuck in them, from lances to swords to arrows laced with poison. Eventually, the lad found a sizable space that had only a little protection from the rain, but it was enough to know that it was large enough for him to sit down and rest for a minute. On there was a faintly glowing sword stuck there, almost as if it was something like some sort of a safe haven marker.