Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140514193748/@comment-5543592-20140528005615

Anaril drew his daggers and buried them in them neck high in the wall. He began a slow ascent up. He planted his feet in crevices and on the stalks of pods as he worked his way.

Eogan pulled himself up by brute strength alone, seemingly inhumanly so. He would grab stalks, letting his feet dangle, and simply climb straight up like that, almost effortlessly. Yet, although he was well built, it was odd that he wasn't tiring out..