Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-3293219-20140323223017

She turned left, as soon as they came to a path and trundled along it. The path lead up to an old, abandoned cabin, which used to belong to Roland Jeneseric, almost three centuries ago.

Now it was just a hollowed out ruin as nobody wanted to settle in it. The area was dangerous, for most people, as the goblins, minotaurs, ogres and monsters made farming difficult to near impossible and rich adventurers would often live inside the city walls to escape the blighted beasts from the road.

Nature reclaimed it, over time, hollowing it out as the wood became weaker and parts of the walls collapsed. It became a port in the storm, for hunters and gatherers, who weren't able to find their way back. Manja's group were one of many, who used it, when the greener members of the order would forget their way back, they were told to wait there and someone would come and retrieve them as it was much easier to find than their camp.

Right now the house was empty, the nord peered inside and saw a chair, with some bindings next to it, causing her to swallow and find comfort in the fact that they got a new rendezvous point some time ago. She'd never forgive herself if one of her group ended up in a place like that, because of bad advice from her.

"C'mon...

It's just a while north..."

