Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131116222109/@comment-5735114-20131120234002

"Not corrupted... this bow was made in the shadows. Your light corrupted it, my shadows purified it. Anyways, I'll give you all some time. Maybe you'll remember by tomorrow." Tyranil flew away, and the guards roughly lead the three new prisoners to the pile of unconscious bodies, the same 5 shadow guards from before watching them, ever alert. The sun was setting and the light from the Red Mountain became brighter by comparison, although still difficult to see through due to the ash. A crow flew by, landed near the pile of bodies, and flew away alone, the sky beaking too full of ash for most birds to fly through.