Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140105042321

Tyranil walked outside of his volcanic lair, out onto the Red Mountain. The outside was very unassuming, a cave with a grey stone door to match the ash outside and the dark stone inside. Looking out at the horizon towards the south, Tyranil could faintly make out a large group of figues through the ash. Summoning his shadow wings, Tyranil took flight towards the group, sycthe in hand.