DemetrioMachete
Messiah of the New Night
@That Poppy
@Danni Blatge
@Trombone Geek
@Dendyne
@SirGrey
@Blazinghookshot
@Xena
@The Succubi Queen
@Broncos
@FrostFire
DAY 1: ARRIVAL IN GHAM. 4:36 AM
It had taken all night and cut into the morning. The trip from Mendala to Gham was a short one, comparatively. They kept the horses in good shape; though it was curious as to how the stolen one wasn't rebelling against its new masters. Fate got them this far. Hopefully it would take them a bit further.
"She's in the distance," the man leading the group, known as Oswald announced to those behind him. Indeed.. the little posse he picked up in Mendala. All of them were headed to Gham for their own reasons. He didn't bother to remember many names. He could get by without them.
Oswald had his hat brimmed low, casting a shadow over his face down to his thick mustache. He still had his large brown longcoat, which fluttered behind him, exposing his shirt, trousers.. and his holstered six-shooter.The weather was rather chilly for an autumn morning; the wind was to blame. The coat felt rather snug.
The silhouetted Gham had an ominous presence to it. The buildings were crooked, tall and unlit. Oswald thought that, since this was an old town, mostly abandoned, it was probably going to stink.
"If any of you still got food or drink left, better swallow it now.. We'll probably choke on the air, here." the mustachio'd thief mused as he rode along on his horse.
@Danni Blatge
@Trombone Geek
@Dendyne
@SirGrey
@Blazinghookshot
@Xena
@The Succubi Queen
@Broncos
@FrostFire
DAY 1: ARRIVAL IN GHAM. 4:36 AM
It had taken all night and cut into the morning. The trip from Mendala to Gham was a short one, comparatively. They kept the horses in good shape; though it was curious as to how the stolen one wasn't rebelling against its new masters. Fate got them this far. Hopefully it would take them a bit further.
"She's in the distance," the man leading the group, known as Oswald announced to those behind him. Indeed.. the little posse he picked up in Mendala. All of them were headed to Gham for their own reasons. He didn't bother to remember many names. He could get by without them.
Oswald had his hat brimmed low, casting a shadow over his face down to his thick mustache. He still had his large brown longcoat, which fluttered behind him, exposing his shirt, trousers.. and his holstered six-shooter.The weather was rather chilly for an autumn morning; the wind was to blame. The coat felt rather snug.
The silhouetted Gham had an ominous presence to it. The buildings were crooked, tall and unlit. Oswald thought that, since this was an old town, mostly abandoned, it was probably going to stink.
"If any of you still got food or drink left, better swallow it now.. We'll probably choke on the air, here." the mustachio'd thief mused as he rode along on his horse.
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