Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-26210095-20160716225057

Aerion Edhellion stumbled into a small fishing village. He suddenly remembered. This was Barad Hir. It was only a half day's ride back to Pelargir! He went through the villiage. Many looked at him in fear or just looked away. His face was handsome, some might even say beautiful and otherworldly were it not for his facial scar that ran down half of his face and took away his eye. He saw a horse tethered to a rope. He hacked at it with one of his swords, and started riding to Pelargir.