Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20181223023244

As Will got further and further from Kheiro's body, he felt a weight lift, as if he'd been carrying some invisible burden. As he headed south he came upon a group Hundred-Hands.

Several of them had fallen to the ground, unconscious, the sever from Kheiro's control so violent. Others had pulled their masks off and were looking around at each other, confused. They had ditched their weapons.

One of them watched as will approached, and interrupted his lonesome stride. She was young girl in her mid-teens, with a warm, friendly face, but vacant eyes.

"Who am I?"