Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161010182926/@comment-26005135-20161012060309

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: All across the land, a strange dream is rampant, the same across everyone who experiences it. A dream of fire, and ancient war, and a mighty seven-headed red Western dragon with eyes like bright stars, battling a great silver Oriental dragon, with six feathered wings shining like the sun.

In Aloria, a man wearing a loose black yukata rises to his feet, jet-black hair framing his sea-green eyes, spilling down his back to his waist.

'I think it's time for me to pay a visit,' Ouroboros murmurs. Dolenus wakes up. When did he fall asleep? It troubles him for an instant, before his expression turns back to his stern poker face and he continues marching.