<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2711229#msg2711229">Quote from: NobleWolf on 06-02-2010, 07:43:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[Stingard's Ruins - West]<br/>As the ever growing group heads out into the pitch black night, the city gate slowly grinds to a close behind them. With their lights held high, they walk westward. The shadows shift upon the crumbled walls and cobbled streets filled with dying grass. Winding roads lead to deadends from collapsed buildings. Gusts of air cause the structures to stir, like a graveyard of carcasses scratching at their foundations. It was far from a pleasant stroll, the scene inspired feelings of dread. Sets of eyes would indeed be a chilling discovery for any patrolling watchmen.<br/>Within twenty or so minutes, everyone happens upon a crossroads, leading to the North, South, and farther West. The wooden sign remnants no longer hold a clue as to what the roads were once known as.<br/><br/>(OOC: I'll need perception checks, if your character is paying attention. If you're waiting on someone or don't have anything to post, just let us know in the OOC thread.)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Stingard's Ruins - West</strong></span><br/><br/>Falling in with the others, Ren held no torch of his own, though he held a sunrod in his off hand, turning it over idly as he walked. Looking a bit nervous at the rather unpleasant scenery around them, he kept his eyes peeled, his grip tightening on the sunrod momentarily at the louder gusts of wind.<br/><br/>((Perception: At 2010-02-06 02:44:22, Matthew (uid: 11650) rolls: 1d20m+7 Result: 8 (http://dicebot.php?r=13770)))