Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-25109952-20140625001712

Ethan unfasted the buckle at the back of his head and lightly took his mask off, hanging it from a branch in front of him. Taking out a small book from his satchel, he poured his thoughts and ponderings into it with featherless pen. He added his most pessimistic thought at the end. If we the Emperor's best and most trusted, I fear what the Legions are like now. Placing the small book back into his satchel, with the pen in it, he hung it from the same branch as the mask, eerily watching over the small encampant, it's face emnating a faint glow from the moonlight. Making sure he wouldn't fall from the branch, he stretched his back and tilted his head until all could see where the leaves and stars shining through them.