Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26459635-20170606085743/@comment-28179649-20170817051713

But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in. The Dovhakink’s love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him; it was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.