Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180427214328/@comment-26108027-20180503122154

Tiral pulls the tent flap open for Akata. The camp is gone, replaced by the soft folds of space being warped. This walk looks shorter than from the mountains, but the effect never gets old. Soft chimes can be heard this time, the distant clash of blades from the trainees. A sweet-smelling wind blows through the tunnel.