Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180317032626/@comment-26108027-20180418140532

Tiral just nods. His hands are close enough to the spystone that slightly blurry images are appearing, but he doesn't seem to notice.

A plain scarred by the burnt remains of a tiny town, a dilapidated fortress covered in snow, a section of forest that has been cut down completely, the wreck of an ancient ship...