Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-16669347-20141027081456

Etaret and his companions raced across the volcanic plains in the south of Eastmarch, the were trying desparetley to get out of the magical storm and get home to Windhelm. To the northwest Etaret saw Bonestrewn crest hit with a massive bolt of the strange purple lightning.

"Pick up the pace!" Etaret shouted as he forced his hose into a faster gallop.