Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131225205532

(Back from Mordor. Where in the name of Dagon is Shilly?)

The boat slowly sailed onward, while Jack continued to gaze out at the ocean. How long until the war broke out? How close were the necromancers to reawakening the King of Worms? There were too many question, too many possibilities. It hurt his brain to think about it all, but he couldn't help it. Makoru had been a good friend for too long, and they'd fought too many a battle together. He couldn't leave him behind.

A dark shadow ripped through the water under the boat, but Jack payed no attention. He was too busy thinking, remembering better days.