Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160726204601

I walked for what seemed like days. The deadlands around me a fitting scenery in contrast to how I felt. My body was weak, I felt as if my strength was fading. I couldn't explain it anymore then I could explain this place. Gusts of wind constantly blew the the sand across the scorched earth, my coat violently blowing with it. Along with the feeling of my strength leaving me, I also felt a terrible presence amongst the spire's ruins.

Reaching the ruins offered no refugee from my already poor condition. The spire was decrepit and it's stability questionable. After stepping through the gatehouse into the ruins only increased the anxiety I felt. Somewhere in these ruins something was waiting, I look over my shoulder and remember my sword is missing, I'll bet it's somewhere around here.