Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-3293219-20140504124839

Agatha's group had been travelling through the Wasteland for some time, they tried to stay away from the lava pits to avoid any casualties as they treked through the volcanic lands of the Deadlands. The group looked around as they saw the fiery volcanic landscape, lively and violent but equally dosile and disinterested in them as if it was all for show.

Agatha held her arm out, stopping the group for a moment as a large plant like creature lashed out at them, using its large vines to whip whatever tried to come near it. The Breton turned around, nodded and took the lead, creeping around the plant, whilst also trying to avoid falling in the lava. It took some time to get the group across as the plant began to use different tactics, in an effort to reach the group but it was out of reach.

The Witch nodded to the group and carried on, taking a tight grip of her staff, her only constant companion in this baren place. As they made their way across the bridge, the group arrived in a large ring, surrounded by several large, jagged rocks...

"Keep your eyes open, this looks like the perfect place for an ambush."