Voda Vosa
First Post
On a rise of dry ground surrounded by a low circle of stones in the middle of a swamp, a deaf buzz is heard. The stones glow blue and a concentration of energy gathers in the center. It grows until it blows in a flash of lith and smoke. While it disperses, a slime shape walks out dragging the smoke around him. Nimbly, the man jumos from stone to stone, from one fallen trunck to another. The jadite remains with his hands at his back, folded in his wide sleeves. As he wlaks outside the swamp, he spots a column of smoke in the distance. A thin smile draws in his face, and he speeds his peace towards the town.
OOC: Subscribing. Hi there guys
OOC: Subscribing. Hi there guys