Akeya follows Zhoralel's lead after the briefest of pauses to look toward the right where the sewer empties, taking in as much detail as she can about the dim space. She frowns, hidden by the wide collar of her robe, at the stains along the walls. Feeling uncomfortable in the sewer, she taps her wrist to her chest in a silent plea for watchfulness.
rolled 1d20 and got 16
((I think some people are just a bit tired of this. Shame, I was really looking forward to this))
Shade wrote:
(Is this where the story is happening??)
Well lets restart it. I am not ready to give up on it yet
Shade wrote:
Well lets restart it. I am not ready to give up on it yet
Believe me I want to, I put so much time and effort into creating the world that this happens in. I felt quite naive because I didn't realise how it could just be dropped. If you want to discuss it more give me a PM, see how we can go about this.