Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140509162816/@comment-3293219-20140509224759

Cray arrived on the scene of the abandoned inn, the ghost of the two brothers had long since vanished and there was no trace of them or their attack as most things conjured by ghosts fade, once their usefulness has ended.

The Imperial emerged from the bushes, his machette hung by his side, longing for the taste of blood... He stood there, with his usual grin on his face as his men appeared from behind him, armed with steel weaponry and crossbows, ready to kill everyone inside. Ready for some carnage, Cray stepped towards the inn, examining its every detail.

"Come on out, little Breton...

We've got something to finish..."