Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161010025623

(No I dismissed the the fire ward.)

"Armata will not show himself, Praetor. He will let his lackeys do that for him." I say as I continue my pace ahead of the group. Suddenly, a set of tree roots burst from the ground and impale me. I clutch my gut and drop to the ground. The wind and leafs howl as a wooden figure creaks out of the woods. A Leshen, a woodland spirit that will give it's life to protect it's home from the grip man.