Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-26545936-20170509020806

It knocks against the wood of one of the larger trees and you hear... whispers echoing across the air, and then this sound manifests into that same barely visible figure a couple feet away from the Mosslord.

"Where is the blight?" A sound reminiscent of wood grinding on wood forms words.

Multiple voices echo, some female, some male, some in between from the general direction of the Whisperer. "Nursing its wounds."

"Bah! Damn slimes, can't hold their own! HAH!" You wince as you hear that wood on wood laugh.