Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170329202110

Walking for a day and a half across the Solarian plains yields no sight other than the long empty highway and the empty prairie of long swaying green grass, the grey-blue haze of the Wall to the north-east. Occasionally a farm would break the monotony of the almost completely flat land, or one of the countless small streams watering the ground.

'Time was,' remarked Azarias at one point, 'that all Solaria was like this. But no longer.'

On the morning of the second day, they reach a small but well-ordered village: a quaint place, full of houses built from stone and colored clay tiling, green gardens, and running water.

Azarias stops the group on the edge of the town, next to the gate leading up to the homestead on a small farming plot.

'This is my destination.' he says, before motioning for them to follow.