Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26767096-20160226164200/@comment-26237442-20160227212633

in the midst of a blizzard 7 strnage lumbering shapes slowly make their trail in the indeterminable white of the snow. Their passing silent and the slight imprint on the turf cleansed by the bitter winds load among them stands a single human figure hunched over with a coat covered in hundreds of tools and trinkets most of which remain unused for anything but show.

the human mutters something in the guttural language of the Chuchunya before turning and shouting into the storm

"Yin'thu's cave I call upon you to fulfill the oath of hospitality and shelter as I who opened my gates to a stranger you must upon yours to a friend" Salburn swears "it's cold out here you know"