Post by walkerwillis on May 16, 2017 3:26:45 GMT
*Walkers eyes adjusts to the light as he exits the cave, and the destroyed ruins of whitestone ley before him. He pauses for a moment as he is taken back to the first years of his adventuring. He remembers the people he knew, and the places he went. He looks up to the crater opening. he never realized it had collapsed this far. Even though it was midday, it was as dark as a night with a full moon. The streets had a creepy feeling to them, as if someone he knew could walk out from any corner. It was a scene from one of his many nightmares. He was just a kid back them, pretending to be a gypsy. The faces of many adventures flash by, many of which have been gone so long only their face remains in his memory. That day when whitestone fell was a dark day in his life, once again he was displaced from his home, only this time he was guided to safety by friends. Tt is only fitting that he now leads the first successful incursion back into whitestone..*
"We need to keep moving" whispers the elf, snapping walker from his daydream. "Right" walker replies. "Myra, show the way to the building." She points down the broken road ahead of us and says in her usual cheerful voice "Its this way" Walker waves everybody on and leads the group in deeper. conversation is at a minimum because of the scene before us, as if speaking too loudly could cause a building to collapse on us. We pass by a set of buildings and Walker swears he recognizes one of the ruins as the old tavern. He resists the urge of the inner gypsy and looks away, refusing to even entertain the idea that one of Giliante's barrels of ale still remain.
"We need to keep moving" whispers the elf, snapping walker from his daydream. "Right" walker replies. "Myra, show the way to the building." She points down the broken road ahead of us and says in her usual cheerful voice "Its this way" Walker waves everybody on and leads the group in deeper. conversation is at a minimum because of the scene before us, as if speaking too loudly could cause a building to collapse on us. We pass by a set of buildings and Walker swears he recognizes one of the ruins as the old tavern. He resists the urge of the inner gypsy and looks away, refusing to even entertain the idea that one of Giliante's barrels of ale still remain.