Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190504194056

They left back the way they had come. Ulysses leading, staff held across his shoulders. The storm buffeted them as they descended the cliffs of the Divide.

Soon they were at the trench's floor, where the storm was the worst. Visibility hit an all time low, and they couldn't see twenty feet in front of their faces, and even then anything more than five feet away was little more than an indistinct shadow. Their own hands seemed fuzzy before their faces.

But Ulysses led with little effort. The cracked roads and collapsed buildings were signs to him, trail markers, and despite their blindless he found the way with little difficulty.

"Storm's our ally." Ulysses said. "Marked Men would see us, come for us without it.  They're in their dens now, weathering it."

"Up, Willy." Ju Yung instructed, voice flat. "Don't be a pussy."