Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20151206150907/@comment-25356210-20151209010410

As soon as he hits the border, it's only about an hour before he sees a group of men in closed helmed armour. (I'll get picture later)

The leader speaks in a deep, gritty voice; common of the Skrabs. "What is your business here, n'wah? Do you bring blight, war, or hope to make us your fetchers?"