The Black Order ( base / faction thread, Open )

[Marcus Wright]

The pale moors was a dark, desolate area. One full of unimaginable horrors if you thought of it too long. Once thought of a “safe haven” for the soldier, was now painful memories. He had to watch every step carefully or risk being discovered, or even worse, death.

Jan’s boots slipped through the cautious area of the pale moons following every step, each pathway he had followed away from Klaud’s base: The Black order. His instincts screamed at him everywhere to keep moving away.

The area was giving him a very sickening feeling, his hair stood up on his neck and he felt almost stiff. He was just lucky to grab a gun before leaving the base.

Monsters who he previously thought of in his nightmares crawled through his mind’s imagery as he bit his tongue, taking one small break and then kept running until he saw a small sliver of hope in a road leading to a glimmering big blue portal on a mountainside. It would take some time but he had to keep going.

The dirt road seemed to be old as he followed it, carefully making sure he left no tracks behind him.

Tracking up the road, lead him up to a more mountainous area. He didn’t care where the portal lead but he found his way into the new area.

He quietly slipped into the Camelot portal, and then went to try and blend within the various folks of the medieval kingdom area.

“Halt, what brings you here, stranger?”

By then Jan took a breather, trying to catch his breath. “I.. I’m wanting to start a new life…”

The guard shrugged and pointed him into the cities, letting the previous soldier try to blend in within the olde’ bar.

First things was to earn some cash around here, and buy some new supplies and clothing.