Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26108027-20180309172545

Tiral brushes his hand along the side of the walkway. The ground turns flat and grey, and the soft cloth is coated in images of the landscapes they would have passed through. A flat, grassy area, thick trees, a lone, dilapidated fortress sitting alone on a hill, a wide river...

"...Honestly, I love how quiet it is in here."