(Originally posted Oct 23, 2010)
A mist rose lazily from the ground, still damp from the rain that had torn through the realm earlier. In the woods, the occasional howl would echo among the trees as beasts began emerging from their lairs as the weather cleared. And in the town, the citizens also began to come out of their homes, wondering out into the twilight. As the watchers shook off their cloaks, water spraying into the air again, the clopping of hooves sounded as a lone rider came into the town's center.
Braghaman pushed the hood of his cloak back, water dripping down his back, as he rode into Darkshire. His patrol had been long and wet, at least one would guess that from his appearance. The paladin reined his horse in, and sat...