Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170724202156

The path to Mt. Hood was the same as it was when William had first come this was. There was something poetic about this, William's journey starting where it had ended.

The dirt trail led through an evergreen forest, to the logwooden walls of the town. Hundred-Hands stood guard at the arched entranceway. They were standing attention, rifles resting against their right legs, held by the barrel.

The creature bore down on them, furious, but hesitating. It knew what it that had come for, and could see the eggs were within their sights.

It screetched and stomped it's forward talon's to intimidate them.