Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191013185732

The air was cool as they crossed the water, making their hairs stand on end. When they reached the other side, their shoes were soaked, and squelched with each step. On this side of the river, the wind was dead, eeriely so, and since they were no longer downwind of a breeze the smell abated. The soil was more fertile on this side, rich instead of the wasteland they had just passed through.

There was also silence. Rolling grasslands extended before them, faded green in color as it fought upward through the rocks, and not a sound echoed across them. Each step they took sounded far too loud.