Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-10906938-20140921004112

Galadir left a wake of ice, freezing the plants as they tried to snatch him. As he reached the door, he took in the landscape, of lack thereof. He remembered the first sortie into this Hell. How things had changed since then.

Celanar tossed a dagger to J'Baad and made like all the others, slicing off encroachers with his new falcata. They were persistant buggers, and wriggled after him despite.