Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190208233205

When Vez’nan turned the corner on to the beach, the first thing he noticed was that all of the prisoners were gone. He then saw a man and a Banshee—-who must’ve been his wife—-fall to the ground. The High Priest himself was there, his arms extended as he was casting some spell on the husband, which was turning him pale... emotionless... cold... the priest was using magic that Vez’nan had never seen before, but he could tell... it was some form of dark magic.

There were rations on the nightstands of the bunks, some of them being eaten by the soldiers as they finally found the time to enjoy some breakfast. The farmhouse probably had better food than this, however.