The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
This is not a place to put characters on hold. This is a place to die. Once they are gone here, they're gone forever. This is an In Character Board, not an Out of Character board where you just tell what characters are here and which are gone.
freedom comes with a cost IP: 71.48.178.237 Posted on October 11, 2011 at 01:32:06 PM by Freedom Wanderer
Here lies the whoring woman, that birthed Tavor, stillborn foal, and died giving life to Domingo. Lover of Mime, and hater of many. At ten years of age she rests here finding the peace that she had never owned.
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